The Thistle

Jaggy flooer
symbol of oor
Wi yer purple horns
ye give fair warns
bit that's no guid enough
when ye accidentally fae in the stuff!
ye graw oan the hils an in the cities
amang the dirty and cowpat shitties.
Yer a metaphor fer scots spirit
Tough weed, how better can ye get
owre the glens and roonaboots ye caw
'Nemo Me Impune Lacessit'!

poem by Scott Forster
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My version of Ginsberg's America.

Against the filthy politics found in America and against the actions of it's dispicable governments.

America tell Coloumbus to fook off, take his smallpox and Capitalism with him.
America, you've swallowed your national mythology like pancakes and syrup.
America, Land where eugenics was tried

America, Land where the native americans cried
America, Land where warmongering thrives
America, you think you're the world police.
America, you were duped by a Christian to believe he's the prince of peace and now a black man convinces you the same.
America, your obsession with religion is insane.

America, I hope your guilt drives you to suicide, having to stare into the eyes of the children of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
America, I hope the masterminds of the Manhattan Project are suffering like they should.
America, your dream is as fake as Hollywood.
America, what the hell happened in Zuccotti Park?
America, you actually have a exhibition dedicated to Noah's ark?
America, where is this democracy you're trying to spread?

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