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As you may or may not know, on the 18th of September, Scotland will decide the fate of a nation. It will decide to stay as part of the United Kingdom, or to become a separate state.
Although I am not Scottish (and therefore cannot vote) it is a decision that is on every mind and in every house and on every television and in every newspaper of every single person on this entire island.
It is also something else as well.
It is also a war.
Though not a conventional one.
It is a war not fought with guns and grenades, but with words and speeches.
It is a war not lead by Generals and Sergeants, but by politicians and celebrities, anyone who can convince anyone to decide.
It is a war without solders but voters, whom allegiance matters more than anything, as nothing more than a single percent could decide this most important of decisions.
It is a war in other ways to.
To those who say that the first casualty in war is always Trust, then to you I say that this died a long time ago. For proof, I need only to point towards the latest debate, and when it turned from a conversation to a shouting match, a slanging match, a match of political point scoring and back stabbing.
To those who say that the first recruit in war is always fear, for fear can recruit more men than any man, then to you I say that this was recruited a long time ago. For proof, I need only to point to both the Yes and No campaigns, when they say your children will be worse off if you don’t vote for them. When the No campaign says a Yes vote for independence will lead to economic ruin and collapse. When the Yes campaign says a No vote for independence will lead to a powerless and crippled Scotland.
To those who are undecided, of which there are around a million, I beg of you not to fall to this fear. Be objective.
Go through each and every single point each and every single person says.
Find what you agree with and what you don’t.
Think long.
Think hard.
Think carefully.
You, more than any politician or any businessman or anyone else have the power to make this decision.
It will go down to the wire.
You are the wire.
To those who are decided, I will say to congratulations.
Regardless of side.
Regardless of what you think.
Because your words and thoughts can decide the fate of a nation.
Just speak calmly and think calmly.
Do not lose your temper or lose you cool.
There is enough fear mongering as is.
To those who want my opinion, I don’t have one.
But I Trust the Scott’s to make it.
On the 18th of September.
With the Eyes of the world watching.
Although I am not Scottish (and therefore cannot vote) it is a decision that is on every mind and in every house and on every television and in every newspaper of every single person on this entire island.
It is also something else as well.
It is also a war.
Though not a conventional one.
It is a war not fought with guns and grenades, but with words and speeches.
It is a war not lead by Generals and Sergeants, but by politicians and celebrities, anyone who can convince anyone to decide.
It is a war without solders but voters, whom allegiance matters more than anything, as nothing more than a single percent could decide this most important of decisions.
It is a war in other ways to.
To those who say that the first casualty in war is always Trust, then to you I say that this died a long time ago. For proof, I need only to point towards the latest debate, and when it turned from a conversation to a shouting match, a slanging match, a match of political point scoring and back stabbing.
To those who say that the first recruit in war is always fear, for fear can recruit more men than any man, then to you I say that this was recruited a long time ago. For proof, I need only to point to both the Yes and No campaigns, when they say your children will be worse off if you don’t vote for them. When the No campaign says a Yes vote for independence will lead to economic ruin and collapse. When the Yes campaign says a No vote for independence will lead to a powerless and crippled Scotland.
To those who are undecided, of which there are around a million, I beg of you not to fall to this fear. Be objective.
Go through each and every single point each and every single person says.
Find what you agree with and what you don’t.
Think long.
Think hard.
Think carefully.
You, more than any politician or any businessman or anyone else have the power to make this decision.
It will go down to the wire.
You are the wire.
To those who are decided, I will say to congratulations.
Regardless of side.
Regardless of what you think.
Because your words and thoughts can decide the fate of a nation.
Just speak calmly and think calmly.
Do not lose your temper or lose you cool.
There is enough fear mongering as is.
To those who want my opinion, I don’t have one.
But I Trust the Scott’s to make it.
On the 18th of September.
With the Eyes of the world watching.
Literature
Sand
It takes time to gather myself from here to there, and back.
It does not always go well.
Fear, I can mask, but not brittleness.
Eroded cliffs,
a beach I never asked to wash up on,
I reach without grasping,
getting caught in a loop...
Its omniscience,
so irritating,
yet in beholding its creation,
there is no other place to be.
One day, it will wake, and find the pile of sand that was me.
Literature
Crossing
No part of the world I wanted
And yet I came to the Tree
The pain of my life, I shunned it
And yet I bore it for thee,
Seeking to understand you,
Struggling against the spear
Hurt and helplessly hanging
Nine nights that lasted years
Until I said yes to the suffering,
Allowed it to pierce my heart,
Thus making my final offering
Of the last thing that kept me apart,
For my desire to find you
Was greater than it all--
And I felt the spear pass through us
As the ropes give way, and I fall--
And realized the mystery
That we are one upon the Tree
That I am you, and you are me
And bound and free.
© Michaela Macha
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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