PG

It really is that bad, it is fucking awful The disregard for the implications of the loss of The Six is beyond disgraceful The vile contempt displayed, replayed The culture as truly lost portrayed But a putrid pimple on a festering boil Of centuries of blood and line despoil And all that retain and maintain a sense of identity Eliminated or profiled into unacceptable, undesirable for community Brutalized, dehumanized, existence with assimilation aligned Dancing to a piping tune to fit the form designed The consequences of these rude, crude considerations Bears not contradictions, disclaimers or protestations The clear understanding that we have reached that moment in the game When the losing side only has itself to blame For it should not matter, this missing space where once your heart nestled Where what now scours through ours, hour after hour, the fruits of what was from us wrestled Held no power, knew no sway, the oppressor yet the price to pay And hiding in the Castle's shade, before the pipers saw their fade, living the 'Brand New Day' SP