(This piece is from the above. I have great admiration for the courage and determination of Mrs Gentle.)
(Deed Iraq, June 2004)
At ower six fuit yer hert,
Micht hae beat in a pine tree,
Ye deed in Iraq blawn apairt,
Whiles Whitehaa mandarins socht WMD.
Somme, Goose Green an mair,
On mony a village or toun stane,
A nation still bottom o Europe’s eco-stair,
As yer mither is racked wi pain.
Nae chiel sent fae London toun,
A PM’s son sent tae fecht,
A litmus test niver pit doun,
Huid up tae harsh daylicht.
Lik the best pub stories his muckle nieve,
Lik the closest family ye went in peace,
Lik the emptiness thae cannae believe,
Lik thaim we want murderin tae cease.
Throw politics and history aside,
Excuse mere wirds intae a bleckwell,
Jist A wid honour yer son Gentle
An illegal war, a Party that lost its soul, June 2016.