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A Scotsman's Mourning

November 15, 2018
By Zeskind SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Zeskind SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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The waves slowly lull me into a state of lamentation,

Grief for my grievously wounded wife

killed by their guns,

Woe for my lovely abducted daughter

wrested away by their hands,

Bereavement for my bonny recruited son

borne offshore by their ships.

Pity for my tattered self-stagnated by their greediness.

So I stand now on the cliffs of old Galloway.

Looking out from the edge,

solitude standing behind me,

and slowly pushes me forward.



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