And, after the past few moans and disgruntlements …
Some poetry.
In his own land
There’s them that pits up statues
and there’s them that pulls them doon
And there’s them that builds anither
cause there’s ither anes aroond
There’s them that builds up nuthin
and there’s them that talks the same
Then there’s them that builds up somethin
like a shelter fae the rain
If it’s simple, sense, and honest
a’ man’s gain and nae man’s loss
If they dinnae burn the body
they will nail it tae a cross.