this deserves to be read.

Written by a fellow Dundonian, I am proud to call a friend.

You wash your hands of poverty
And Climate Change, an’ a’ that

The sweated slave, you pass her by

But you’re to blame for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that

Iraqi Wars an’ a’ that

The bombin’ o’ Afghanistan

Guantanamo an a’ that

What care for you o’ Palestine

Of Olive groves, an’ a’ that

Israeli troops patrol the line

Sharon be damned for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that

Their Concrete Wall, an’ a’ that

The Zionist, tho’ e’er sae cruel

Will never win for a’ that

Yon Berlusconi, Bush and Blair

Wha strut, an’ smile, an’ a’ that

Tho’ they proclaim democracy

They’re terrorists for a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that

Their weasel words, an’ a’ that

The Press, they might believe their lies

We’ll never fall for a’ that

Ye want our Public Services

Our Pension Rights, an’ a’ that

To gie yer friends their just deserts

Ye Privatise an a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that

Our Hospitals, an’ a’ that

To you we’re just commodities

But we’re much more than a’ that

And so we say that come it may

As come it will for a’ that

Another World, o’er a’ the earth

An end to war, and a’ that

For a’ that, an’ a’ that

It’s comin’ yet for a’ that

That humankind, the world o’er

Shall overcome, for a’ that

MA, circa 2005