“Like a wolf who attempts to dress as a sheep to fool the flock, his attempts at spin are as transparent as the emperor’s clothes and neither Ross nor his naked emperor Johnson seem to have any respect or recognition of the pride that Scotland has in herself.”DS Coremans
Rhyming Couplets – Douglas Ross Can’t Count
Dear Mr Ross,
you don’t know me
but you look a bit lost
so let’s help you see
that the seat you were given
which you by no means won
does not count for eleven
but a single seat. One.
You seem to think thirty-one
larger than sixty-four
that your work here is done
that the game is a bore.
But let me assure you
that Scotland can count
and before five years are through
we’ll get you back out.
You stand for nothing and no-one
well perhaps just yourself,
but we’re not here for your fun
we fight for our lives and our health.
Your party is busted
your presence is looming
your future is dusted
and awaits wreck and ruin.
You see Scotland is bigger
than political parties
and the fight for our freedom
is just getting started!
I originally titled this poem ‘Fuck Off Douglas Ross’ but I wanted it to be taken a little more seriously, as quite clearly Douglas Ross does not seem to have the capacity to engage in serious political discourse without reverting to stale rhetoric or downright deleterious disinformation.
Reading his recent statement pertaining to his parties ‘win’ over the SNP last weekend was distasteful and more than a little degrading. Like a wolf who attempts to dress as a sheep to fool the flock, his attempts at spin are as transparent as the emperor’s clothes and neither Ross nor his naked emperor Johnson seem to have any respect or recognition of the pride that Scotland has in herself.
I cannot and will not allow this repugnant little man elbow his way into the crowd without standing my ground and refusing to let him pass without apology. We see you now Mr Ross, without Davidson’s mouth speaking for you we will better hear your words and hold them to account.
You may now be a representative of Scotland, but do not dare speak for us, because you are but one voice and a self-serving one at that. There will come a time and soon where Scotland will be given the right to choose once again what is best for us, a choice you cannot make for us, no matter how much your master may wish it.
Your statement pales in comparison to the statements of our history and we remember even if you have forgotten:
“As long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours, that we are fighting, but for freedom – for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself”.The Declaration of Arbroath
Original Picture Taken: Fallin, Stirling, Scotland (November 2016) ©DSCoremans
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