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“Belonging” Doric Poem

In twa thoosan an eliven
We’ll mind it fir life
Iss wis yon year wi muckle bleed
Fir thae fa canna stann up fir themsels
 Oor cooncil took awa their aid
An’ll mak em wait fir yeers oan end
 Bairns wi needs canna find help
Stuffed intae skewls thit canna cope
 An admittin it noo micht help mebbe ane
If they blabber the truth tae us a
 If inclusion’s a wye fir us tae see
Oor bairns’re nae a fit fir them fancy wyes
 Foo sad it maks me tae spy misery
Oan faces o bairns nae wintin tae be
 Find em a space fariver it be
An pit back oan a smile
Fit mair greetins tae see