My language is poor – I’m not native in any of the four I know.
I’ve travelled the world – seen many
different cultures, and each felt cold.
I guess I just want to go back, home.

Sometimes after a long, hot day of working for a better future,
I wonder to myself:
What is my home and where I belong? Is anything achievable at all? For those like me, for those still lost in the wonder of where they belong.

“An immigrant, a refugee” –
I’m more than that, why can’t y’all see?!

My home destroyed but I stand strong. And not just I, my nation as a whole.
The strongest people I have ever known.

I left not due my will,
I simply had no choice.
I do not ask for loads.

My choice?
Twas death and misery,
or life in misery for life.
Am I fool for choosing life?
In this uneasy time.

A land of rains and tea has welcomed me,
with open arms that clutched me tightly in dysfunction.

I wonder what the future holds for me.
Where will I be? What place will I call home? I guess we’ll never know.

The heather burns with purple fire,
A land that dreams, a land that’s dire.
Through every glen, a cry is cast;
“We are a nation – free at last!”

No longer ruled by distant hand,
We claim our voice; we stake our stand.
From Bannockburn to present day’
The will for freedom finds its way.

The pound may shake, the oil may dry,
But still our hope will not deny.
For richer far than vaults of gold
Are rights no outsider should hold.

A parliament, yet not the crown,
Still shackled while we lift the town.
Our children ask in modern tongue:
“Why must our fate be England ‘s song”

With Europe’s hand, with island grace,
We take our place, we find our space.
A Scottish dawn, fierce, unafraid,
In truth and trust, our future’s made.

In the streets where laughter once danced,

Now shadows linger, dreams entranced.

The echoes of youth, in chaos, collide,

In search of solace, in search of pride.

Broken glass glimmers like hopes unkept,

Each flash of violence, a promise that wept.

With every heart lost, with every soul torn,

A future lies fractured, a nation forlorn.

Where are the shields the watchful eyes?

In alleyways dark, innocence cries.

When did our playgrounds turn into battlegrounds?

When did our joy become lost, never found?

Leaders AWAKE! Hear our urgent call -  

These tender lives matter, let none of them fall,

With empathy rising, let kindness entwine,

In choosing our actions, let love be the sign.

We stand at the brink, together we rise,

With whispers of hope, ‘neath Scotland's vast skies.

For our children, our future, in unity, strive,

In nurturing peace, we’ll keep hope alive.

So, let's craft a change, where together we stand,

Forging a place where we cradle each hand.

In a tapestry woven with courage and grace,

We’ll mend what's been broken and reclaim our space.

government repressing us
oppressing us
resenting our resistance
never caring it's for the better
they just want
power to get paid to get power
be worshiped as an idol
but despised by those who disagree
and if you don’t agree
better run and hide
or make armor out of soda tabs
because you can
organize a militia
just not if it's against their ideals
messed up this world with their ideas
If you don’t agree
better run and hide
carry that shield to school
the bad men with the guns
will come find you
don’t lose your life today, honey
as she sends you off to school
remember to hide under the desks
and shut the lights off
but never bring light to
the issues at the root
of this insanity
I’m in the streets
and I’m screaming profanity
because if I say it nicely
it’s as bad as staying silent.
I’m a soda-tab soldier
fighting for my rights
the rights to my body
the rights to my life
the rights to my planet
on this planet you’re destroying.

Once we were the king of the world
The envy of every nation
Now we are the master of incompetence
The brunt of every joke

We have King Chaos
To thank for this

Roll up roll up
put down your pennies
see the man who thinks he is Napoleon,
watch the lunatic dance on the White House lawn
laugh at his crazy utterings,
sitting on his throne with a plunger for a mace
and a toilet paper crown
isn’t it time we took him down, and removed him from display
gave him his meds and tucked him away in some secure place,
a safe and comfy padded space
for the good of everyone get him off show
the King of Bedlam has to go

"How?" I am asked.

Tax. Incremental siphoning.
"Service changes"

"Greedy!" I am accused.

Relax. Manufactured crash.
"Bad economy."

"Incompetent!" It is exclaimed I am.

Facts. Distort reality.
"Fake or foreign elements."

"Fascist!" It is said of me.

Craps. Gambled living.
"Sweating like a ***** in church."

"Pig!" I am called.

Animals. **** philosophy.
"Your life should be in service."

"Dictator!" It is written of me.

Preach. Misinterpret history.
"And God rested on the seventh day."

"Monster!" It is all that's left of me.

Kingly. Total war.
"On the first day, God said,"