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