Hurrah to the Scottish Assembly defeating the Assisted Dying Bill. I have said before that I don't want anyone to suffer, but if the time and money were put into palliative care, would there be a reduction in likely candidates to opt for Gravitas in Switzerland? My main objection, however, is a simple distrust of politics and politicians. We presently are seeing the result of venal tendencies towards big money to maintain their hold on power in the US. We saw it to a degree under Boris Johnson's premiership during Covid. Alongside the bribes, how long would it be before conditions, not voted for, were applied to these bills? Terrifying!
The buying and selling of politicians is not new, but gained greater impetus from May 4th, 1979.
Seed was Sown
Ferrous woman misspoke of Assisi, of harmony and truth,
while sharpening a sickle to prune the vigour of ower youth.
On May 4th, the damned threshold crossed, a new era begins,
feeling a caad and bitter shiver, from a heartless kind of wind.
The tall chimneys of the north began to lose their breath,
fiscal reasons drafted creating slow and steady death.
no longer a united labour force, redundancy became the king,
while bells for pits and ports began their final ring.
The industrial state gathered up, the silver sold for gold,
stories of trickled down common wealth suddenly we’re told,
greater value in ticker tape and glass-walled city towers,
while soft pink, hands took back the reins of once-collective powers.
She decried past society, just individuals in a line,
and turned the water, rail, and gas to private bread and wine.
The spine of old Britannia snapped beneath the fiscal strain,
exchanging soot and brotherhood for speculative gain.
So started the long descent, the slow and polished slide,
what was once a shared estate became a Great Divide.
From that ominous May morning, new tablets were revealed,
a nation with a price tag, former spirit bought and unsealed.
©David L Atkinson March
2026
God Bless






