If Burns had been alive today I often wunner whit he’d say; Wid he be unco proud tae ca’ Himsel’ a Scot Or would he see a land Where decency’s forgot? Wid he be proud o’ Scotland noo Tae witness things that some folk do: Runnin’ ither buddies doon Wi herts so cold, Condemning folk … Continue reading Third Degree Burns by Lorna Wallace