Now It's Our Turn Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

rebels listen up
it's machine gun etiquette
ready and load it
city o' London attack
for they'll stab you in the back
more austerity
more fines, fees and penalties
more debt slavery
they always turn on the weak
the old, the sick and the meek
political snakes
in government and the state
their might is all fake
burn Westminster to the ground
don't let them escape the town
they steal our money
then blame us for poverty
they are the guilty
tear them to pieces I say
put their black hearts on display
let your children know
these vipers to hell must go
their crimes to all show
Scotland will never be free
while this scum runs our country
hide behind armies
security and police
they are a disease
for war is coming my friend
it's you who's life they will end
secret service man
does swim in our Scottish lands
salmon, sturgeon
they are just used as a face
the perps under the surface
traitors amongst us
crown agents stream fay the lodge
like so much garbage
for Scotland belongs to us
we shall take it soon enough
our lords they have bled
eons o' terror and dread
now our turns ahead
if they will not compromise
then it will be their demise
restitution
or it's revolution
their decision