On the 18th of September 2014,
Our nation will hold it’s breath,
For a Scotland made free,
A final pardon from death.
Yet it’s here in our hands,
No need to inhale,
If we unite as one Yes,
How can we possibly fail?
With a show of hands,
And in just a few short hours,
The grip of the south,
Will relinquish their powers.
What’s to decide?
What’s really at stake?
A Scotland bound in chains?
Or a nation finally awake?
Can we really concede,
That things are fine as they are?
When our vote is ignored,
And we are ruled from afar?
The decision is ours,
To stand on our own,
To watch a Scotland in bloom,
To see a nation reborn.
The time it is now,
It has finally arrived,
After years of hard struggle,
And the decades we’ve strived.
If we awake to a ‘No’,
We’ll have no one to blame,
For a country that’s forever,
Ruled over with shame.
But imagine for a moment,
We wake up to a ‘Yes’,
The possibilities that abound,
Mean we can start afresh.
To bring back our nation,
Let it thrive, let it breathe,
To belong to a Scotland,
You’ll never want to leave.
To cherish our own,
To nurture and savour,
To recapture that blend,
Known as Scotland’s true flavour.
We are a character that’s strong,
A country economically sound,
With plenty to offer,
And yes – we’ll keep the pound.
Look to the Tories or UKIP,
if you remain in any doubt,
To see a future for Scotland,
That has no way out.
So when September arrives,
Stand proud and vote Yes,
For a Scotland that won’t tolerate,
Anything less.
Caledoniapoems 