O Beautiful country of the dreamish highlands

of the mountainous crystal water,

which row everywhere praising you

in your innumerable lakes.

O Land of the cloudy sceneries, of the poets

and the bloodstained castles,

where the heavy tumult

echo of William Wallace still sounds.

For centuries your heroic sons

are sacrificed in the unfair wars

for the interests of haughty England,

having the dream for an independent country.

Their bones in Africa and India

up to the muddy hills of Waterloo,

where the Highlanders regiments

made Napoleon the Great to run away.

Thousands of Scottish who died for no reason

and millions their unborn children,

premeditated crime in order to order

without any danger, “Her Majesty”…

But all those had the right to vote

and they must be counted in the referendum,

so that the decision will be festive

for the independence of lovely Scotland!!!

Athens, 27 July 2014

Gregory Nikif. Kossivakis

Lawyer and Writer

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