A Worrior Poet

I will Campaign for an Independent Scotland,And Her Sovereign Right to be Free.

Most Americans think of freedom as their birthright,Forgetting the many that fought and

the many that paid the ultimate price,In the bloody battles both near and far to make their

 Freedom a reality.

Forgotten too are the brave and hearty Scotsman of emigrant stock,That aided in

 America's oppressed plight to independence,And now into an international light.

The time of musket, sword and Shield are past,Gone too is the pike, spear and hammers

 bloody blow.

Yet for many the fight for true liberty is but still a dream,And their freedoms yet to be

 redeemed.

Yet I see few Americans take up banners to join Scotland's right,For Scotland's

 independence has yet to be won,And stands still today struggling alone but as one.

Even today the virtues of freedom are still not all won,The time of bloodied fields of the reckless

 and bold I pray are long gone.

For Today worriers' weld weapons far greater in power than of old,The pen unsheathed and put

 to page has unleashed

A creative force that is soon to win Scotland's day you will see.

Should any doubt the power I have told be both honorable and true,Of freedoms words to affect

 great change meant to be.

You have only to call upon a bold warrior poet readied to fight,For ancient Scottish blood still

 runs within in me is true.

Should these words prove worth anything at all.It is I pray that they inspire others to Scotland's

call.For I for one, proudly! and whole heartily! agree in,

Scotland's sovereign right to be independent and forever free.