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the concocted robotic breed with shallow voice</div> <div> (Shaped by fiendish thought to fear what's true)</div> <div> Know only how to calculate</div> <div> And poison rural life.</div> <div> Life! This quiet light which gathers in the bay</div> <div> (Of Sorley Maclean's Hallaig & Screapadal)</div> <div> Reflects what we machines have done</div> <div> To those who stayed awake to nature's pace;</div> <div> Drowning out with manic noise</div> <div> That heart-felt ancient singing</div> <div> Which human-eyesd our shores.</div> <div>  </div> <div> Why have polluters of the soulful mind</div> <div> Been allowed to devastate our living soul</div> <div> The earth</div> <div> With a lying tongue</div> <div> A metallic tongue</div> <div> A rootless tongue</div> <div> A scheming, calculating, public tongue</div> <div> Devoted to illusion-making</div> <div> And satiating self-importance?</div> <div> A tongue committed to outflank local language -</div> <div> A language which rose from earth, wind and sea</div> <div> From skill & struggle with ropes and wood.</div> <div> That real voice, seasoned through celebration and lament</div> <div> Could ease communal struggle `gainst always-hungry fate,</div> <div> And focus the mind on details of the heart</div> <div> On shades of changing nearness in the unkempt hills and sea,</div> <div> On subtle pauses in the swirling flow of light</div> <div> As the soul awoke to unexpected love</div> <div> Upon the summit of a dying view.</div> <div>  </div> <div> And I descended with the sun in trepidation</div> <div> To see what can be saved</div> <div> From this urban cancer gorging rooted life.</div> <div> Townships, villages, utterly destroyed</div> <div> By this incoming tide of English "sheep"</div> <div> Or completely falsified</div> <div> By imported forms of mindless greed</div> <div> Amplified by those metallic black fortresses</div> <div> - Their turrets just visible-</div> <div> (Nuclear killer-whales)</div> <div> Dreaming in the bay.</div> <bR> <div> Who are the demons who engineer this blight?</div> <div> And why do "human" agents conceal their deadly work?</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                                     II </div> <bR> <bR> <div> No matter where I stop upon the globe</div> <div> I feel crucified and mocked by the same blind</div> <div> Greedy UGLINESS UGLINESS UGLINESS trashing</div> <div> Every little cranny displaying local charm.</div> <bR> <div> Did mankind thinking in their caves</div> <div> Decide to manufacture this decay?</div> <bR> <div> Here I am, a soul who lives in heaven</div> <div> Caressed by bird song and the soothing burn</div> <div> Whilst sensing psychic coldness closing in.</div> <div> I've got the urge to close my door</div> <div> Through reading Blake and poor John Clare...</div> <div> Knowing the cancer's worse than what they saw......</div> <bR> <div> Grieving over news of devastation</div> <div> I know this dereliction will increase</div> <div> For this must be the fruit of animation</div> <div> Centred in dark mindlessness and greed.</div> <bR> <div> Tonight I've faced I can't save natural people</div> <div> Nor their forests, animals or birds;</div> <div> But can at least save sacred Goshem</div> <div> From being overrun by spruce or ewes.</div> <bR> <div> I feel I've been formed from a history of warnings</div> <div> Unheeded by the underworld of man;</div> <div> These ugly, robotic mindless men</div> <div> Who don't care</div> <div> For what is cultivated from the soul,</div> <div> Nor care for the structure of real community</div> <div> Nor for the Spirit</div> <div> Exhalted in the natural world.</div> <bR> <div> But worse, this mental cancer's not content</div> <div> To leave the rough and ready way of life</div> <div> To those whose ancient ways are'nt shaped by greed.</div> <div> No, it forces its calculating schemes</div> <div> Onto simple local harmonies</div> <div> Nourished by straightforward daily care.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>                                   </div> <div>                                        III</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Where there were people          bleating sheep</div> <div> Where there were dykes            barbed wire</div> <div> Where there were horses           scrap</div> <div> Where there were stories           silence</div> <div> Where there were ceilidhs         T.V</div> <div> Where quietness                          power saws</div> <div> Where crops                                  caravans</div> <div> Where wood                                 metal</div> <div> Earth                                               concrete</div> <div> Trees                                               stumps</div> <div> Love                                                fantasy</div> <div> Sex                                                   tricks</div> <div> Warmth                                           loneliness</div> <div> Strength                                           guile</div> <div> Culture                                            memories</div> <div> God                                                  nothing</div> <bR> <div> PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                                IV</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> I have no wish that "modern man" survives;</div> <div> A tool of soul-less, fiendish calculation.</div> <div> I've seen who pays the price for urban dreams.</div> <div> Soul-less dreams of sumptuous futures,</div> <div> Dreams of gain again again again again</div> <div> Through politics                 (bureaucracy)</div> <div> religion                                 (bureaucracy)</div> <div> war                                        (bureaucracy)</div> <div> money                                   (bureaucracy)</div> <div> education                              (bureaucracy)</div> <div> technology                            (bureaucracy)</div> <div> Art                                          (bureaucracy)</div> <div> T.V                                          (bureaucracy)</div> <bR> <div> I've thought it through and through</div> <div> And everywhere I've been</div> <div> I've seen the cancer killing all I love.</div> <div> And now I'm back <I>inside</I>, it's absolutely clear</div> <div> My name is on death's hidden Bill of Fare.</div> <div> Body can sense the nearness of its maw.</div> <div> All will go </div> <div> Mind and soul</div> <div> Until I'm left with nothing in this war</div> <div> Twixt naked ego and the thoughtless world</div> <div> Whose molesting, rapacious nature</div> <div> Is guided by demon schemers</div> <div> Disguised as "modern men".</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                               V</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> What is this darkness which I'm loathe to name?</div> <div> A sense of being haunted by defeat?</div> <div> As if I have to suffer "second best".</div> <div> As if I'll never be completely free!</div> <bR> <div> In fact I don't accept that mundane explanation.</div> <div> It seems more like I'm hiding from the hunt,</div> <div> Because I've seen the writing on the wall</div> <div> And know there is no way my <I>thinking</I> soul</div> <div> Will ever be allowed to <I>live</I> in hell!</div> <bR> <div> And so I've tried to make another world</div> <div> In which the atmosphere is born of love</div> <div> Of art and meditation</div> <div> And cultivating crops.</div> <div> A life which may in generations spawn</div> <div> A feeling language rooted in this soil</div> <div> Of real values strengthened through this storm.</div> <div> Values which the local language bore,</div> <div> Now fading in the silence of the bay</div> <div> In which sly death is practising its song.</div> </td> </tr></table></body>