THE SCOTS MISSION
The crofter Scots who tilled the hills,
Loved clan and kilt and caber,
Saint Andrew’s kirk and Bible tales,
When forced to leave the heather.
No piper played the clan lament,
No neighbours marched for justice,
No friends or help from government.
No home. No hope. No haggis.
They sailed to settle Canada.
And helped to build the nation,
Where love of neighbour tempers law,
With justice and compassion.
They built the Church to help the Saints-
With Celtic Cross for healing,
And ringing bells for hopeful hints,
The service is beginning.
Inside the people praising God,
Are telling tales of Jesus,
Outside the noisy protest crowd,
Is asking God for justice:
The women want to stop abuse,
The workers fair employment,
And victims, taught by Scots, refuse-
The “Crofter clearance” treatment.
The mission message given Scots,
Is serve your God like Jesus,
By helping hurt compatriots,
Find love and truth and justice.
R.H.Young 506-451-8999 Fredericton NB
THE MODERN MICMACS
HOMELAND SECURITY
The modern Micmacs* not forgot,
Ancestors welcomed Clearance Scots;
When refugees from power plots,
Their leaders hatched from luxury spots.
Our violent world, two-thousand eight,
Has refugees from greed and hate,
Around Goliath’s armoured gate,
Where space age victims congregate;
Engaged in social change debate:
“Will faithful voters legislate
Non-violently our future fate -
Or must we terrorize the State,?”
The Christian answer’s sane and strange:
“Our God is love’s non-violent change”.
* Native North Americans, Gaspe’ to Cape Breton Nation
THE DRUMMERS REMEMBRANCE DAY
In kilt and tam Remembrance Day,
I help to praise the fallen.
I roll my drum then give a tap,
As each one’s name is callen.
And as I beat my drum thru time,
I watch the children listen -
And think it’s time to change the tune -
And bring this world more loven.
DREAMERS
Our armaments are made for sale,
To help the peace agenda –
Like Doctors selling castor oil,
To cure diarrhoea.