A poem by Robert MacDonald
'We are the last North Britons'
typed the web 2.0 generation
casting off the robes of state
to reveal a naked nation.
A flick, a tug, a pull, a heave
and trickled information
runs free from sources wide to blogs
of soaring circulation
where once well-woven truths revealed
as threadbare barefaced lies:
and people stir and strain and talk
a' loosening their British ties.
Information is the virus now
the ballot-fouling killer pox.
Our keyboards are the carriers now
McCrone is out the box.
The robes of noble bluster stripped
not by conflict, war or strife
but by simple deeds and talking
of how we want to live our life.
"We'll govern our own country,"
said the grassroots conversation,
"our wee blue books are clout enough
to win. A better nation."