This was written in response to a piece by Colin Wills about a Japanese beauty spot which made reference to feeding yourself to the bears as a possible method for suicide. I believe Colin liked my response. He also commented that Political poetry is not that popular these days. I'm not sure why unless he's just telling stories.
Scoterando – Feed the bears.
Someone mentioned a far-off land
It’s a big Island called Japan
It’s where the black and brown bears Rome
And Snakes and sharks both call their home.
I never thought about bears in Japan
I thought of concrete cities and the tech wise man
Samurai’s and wild spaces sounded like thinks of the past
Obliterated by war and the atomic blast.
But It’s a big green place of forest and spaces
with big ugly cities in a couple of places.
where they all live packed in like sardines
With very strict rules in a social regime.
Because they’re clearing out their rural community
And forcing them into an urban obscurity.
No more farms or country life
Just big city living with all its strife.
A kamikaze attitude still exists
And before Hari Kari they tend to get pissed
It’s all socially acceptable and nobody cares
provided you don’t mess with their forest bears
Topping yourself is a glorious out
If you don’t stick your head in a big bears snout
It’s not considered a smart way to exit
In Scotland we’d reckon it’s dafter than brexit.
Japan’s a culture we don’t understand
Same as the English and their xenophobic band
They’d cleanse the non-British from out of our mist
And question Scotland’s desire to co-exist.
They’re set on clearing our immigrant community
And reinstating imperial security
No more diversity or cultural life
Just us against them and international strife.
To us it is stupid to want to get out
Like sticking your head in a big bears snout
So what happens now in Scoterando
Which in Japanese now means no place for Fernando.
No place for Zahib, Luigi, Mohammed or greta
Because living alone will make us all better.
No more Brussels rejecting desires
Just imperial England and its lost Empires.
But our socialist values will still exist
And if your name is Fernado we’ll still want to get pissed
We’re not Kamikazes because we still have cares
We don’t want to play Hari Kari with financial affairs.
So where is this forest with the euthanasia bear
Cause I want to send all the English there.
They can take their prejudices and their England out
And stick their head in a big bears snout.
Scoterando will gladly help them along
Come on the bears will be our new national song
We’ll cheer for the sharks and the big snakes too
If they’ll dine at our English barbecue.
In Japan suicide is a morally responsible action
But Scotland doesn’t believe in Europe’s abstraction
The end is nigh and our fates been configured
Now that article 50’s been triggered.
Scoterando, England and the rest of the isle
Are now locked together in a suicidal, racist bile
Save us from the English we don’t comprehend them
Feed them to the bears should be our next referendum.