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The last Jacobite Rebellion
of 1745 ...
How the blood of the Highlanders
soaked into The Moor
As of the Scottish heroes
before them
Their last war cry
Still mournfully haunts Culloden Moor
As does the grief of the wives, mothers
sisters, brothers
... orphans
The gulls call sorrowfully
lamenting the fallen
as passed
from generation to generation ...
They would rather have died that day
The noble, fierce, independent Highlander
Than live all their days from then
till the day they died safely in their beds
for the cause of FREEDOM!
When I visit Culloden Moor
The wind blows my salty tears away
And I think not only of the fallen
Past, present (Iraq, Afghanistan) and future
But mourn for my land
and what was to come
The Clearances
The Famine
The Crofters left, routed
To make way for English sheep
The proud Scotsman
even denied his kilt ...
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