my words will be a prophecy.
They will return, the stock of the crofters
Who were driven out of the sea.
And the aristocratic 'beggars'
will be routed as they were.
Deer and sheep will be carted away
and the glens will be tilled;
A time of sowing and a time of reaping,
and a time to reward the robbers.
And the cold ruined houses
will be built up by our kind.
The last poem of Mary MacDonald, marking the end of an artistic life set against the horror of the Highland Clearances.
If you are registered to vote in Scotland tomorrow, you have the chance to redeem some of the bloody history of that country's oppression. You should do so, and vote 'yes'. And, wherever you are, the ultimate task is to consign to history the capitalist system which destroyed lives for profit years ago in the Highlands, and continues to do so today.
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