Combat In Scotland Poem by George Samuel

Help them green, help them green!
The soldiers blood over the fields,
Without water, what a scene..
A redish flood seems to yield,
For combat now claim the Scottish shield.

Mark them rebels, mark them rebels,
The kingdom is torn into two,
Not with weapons but voices like bells,
Orchestrating coast against coast, what more?
That the untimely has fallen so low.

Scare the ravens, scare the ravens,
Tonight in red, shall dine with the vultures!
Breed wide their dark ventures,
And put Scotland, out of greener pasture.

Fattened to the earth, Fattened to earth,
Ask them that know the end,
Of wild fire and fate,
Stand to survive tomorrow amends,
When the rising dust turns to the desert.