If some Scots are
fearful
What are they afraid
of –
Afraid of the
British army boots
Or their missiles?
Afraid of Britain
refusing to trade?
Britain is not my
home.
Britain is some far
flung concept
Of some far away
isles.
Of exploitation, of a
false superiority,
Of old empire sun.
Britain is not my
home.
My home is the green
of Ireland’s
Galway Bay,
Mountains of Mourne,
And the long, low
shore,.
My home is the misty
glens,
And the mountains
song.
The pipes that play
in the morning air,
Old Scotia is my
home.
I may fill in the UK on those
online boxes,
But it’s a lie.
Britain is not my
home.
December 2017
