Scotland, my Scotland, what have you become?
You were once a beacon of light for those who need it, a glimmer of hope, for those who seek it.
Now my Scotland, a frail old man is judged harshly while another is let go with a slap.
Oh, my Scotland, how I weep.
History will not be kind to those who ruin your good name.
Scholars will look upon and wonder just how we got here,
betrayal, they will conclude.
theweedetour 
Worrying times and it will only get worse the more they get away with it.
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Nicely put. Sums up the feelings of many of us.
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