cross of shame

oh flower of Scotland.....

Were you asked too yield a claymore at Bannock burn, or too discharge your proud highland blood scarlet against the purple, green heather at Culloden as you faced the butchers volleys.

Were you perhaps the rock and shield who took your family ,meagre possessions pitiful too see,  from their homes to far flung corners of the earth.At the whim of a duke replaced by sheep or aristo playground. There too keep alight the memories of the Bruce or prestonpans in .45 now distant memories.

NO a simple cross was all it took a mark of little measure. Simply yielded sword between thumb and forefinger, a nation created.

No  alas, not for you this hind leg stance to face the nations of the world as an equal proud and unbending..no this was not for you. Like prisoner institutionalised you wait for someone else's hand to lift the latch and open the door to freedom.

No with this cross you crucified nationhood, and watched it squirm, cry whilst you counted your English pension plans of silver contented. Oblivious too what could lay beyond the next horizon.

UPON THIS CROSS you chose too remain in bed the lowly mistress of perfidious albion no warm caress but deception your reward. Like pimp to harlot you opened up on hallow praise and menaced words given without love given too achieve purpose . On your back and earn your pay.

No do not come to my ears with words of regret and pitiful cries of how again you were betrayed. I heard it before and pity now has turned cold in my veins.No go now from my door to your masters bed and count your pay. Wear your kilt Victoriana, cap badge tourist enchanted by this quaint invented display. Now and always remember that day when you sold your nation ,your ancestors and children at play.

No watch the cross , the saltaire you made on a piece of paper your new birth right displayed. Your flag now cheapened always to be consumed within the jack display. upward cast your eyes then down as you remember that day.

No now the tories cheer, the dukes are still at play. Your ancestors battle cries and cheers have all now faded away, whilst AT THE PALACE ALL WARM AND CONTENT HANOVERS DESCENDANT PURRS IN DELIGHT.