It's said that Stirling's B&Q, Kerse Road
Is a possible site over burial pits
Holding dead heroes of Bannockburn
Above the turf roofing of that grave-room of history
The citizens of Stirling buy barbecues, gazebos, chainsaws
New brooms have swept away our heritage
Pulled the rug from memory, from reverence
We have built a wall between us and the past
We are hanging Braveheart films on plastic hooks
Let's paper over the cracks
Build over the green belts
Tip noxious substances into the burns
If the dead could resurrect like Lazarus,
Climb up a ladder from the grave
Wielding knives and hammers
How would they vote in the Scotland of today?
Today, when the spotlight'sswayed by the media
The only things to charge are batteries
Do they sleep easy beneath the underlay
The vinyl, the waste pipes, the traps
Of a changed and changing world?
Scots knights, and Bruce's nameless pikemen,
Though Death has stopped your mouths
Your braverykeeps ringing down the ages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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My late wife was a Cameron and I trace my descent from Simon Fraser so Scotland's heritage is important to me and it is tragic that the most famous of battlegrounds has been sullied in this way. I really enjoyed your poem which was very passionate and worthy of The Bruce and Wallace.