Highly-commended, 2019 Rap Like Robbie Poetry Competition
(English Version)
Are you off to the stars
You towering spire
With fire coming from hell itself
The stars move aside
As you pierce the sky
As if they're in the way of royalty
Let me go
Into the stars
Where class is but a word, not a rank
Where everyone is equally free
No one is judged on where they come from
Only on where they go
(Scottish Version)
Ur ye aff tae th' stars
yoo towerin' spire with fire
comin' frae heel itself
the stars move aside
as ye pierce th' lift
as if they're in th' way ay royalty.
Lit me gang
In tae th' stars
Whaur class is but a wuid, nae a renk
whaur a' fowk is equally free
no a body is judged oan whaur they come frae
only oan whaur they gang.