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His only crime - if you could call it a crime - was the expressing of the opinion of the Revolutionary Proletariat on the 'Status of Labour' with reference to the war. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                       

 

                                                                  

 

A Welcome Home To John MacLean Poem by Christina Mackie
 
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Come along, my comrades, join in the

          glad refrain,

And give him a right good welcome,

          back to the world again.

With such a pilot at the helm, our mental

          ship to steer,

We’ll face the stormy elements without a

          flinch or fear.

But John has gone from us awhile, to

          have a peaceful rest,

And wander by the silvery sea with them

          that love him best:

So wait until summer with its flowery

          season pass,

Then rally round our hero-stern fighter

          for his class.

 

His children went to bed each night, to

          dream about their dad:

His wife sat down beside the hearth, so

          lonely and so sad,

And listened for his footsteps; but, alas,

          ‘twas all in vain,

For prison walls were strong and high

          that guarded John MacLean.

And we, the rebels, who took part in this

          outrageous fray,

Congratulates ourselves that we have surely

          won the day.

So let us raise the people’s flag, wherever

          we may roam,

For all, the Clyde deported men are now

          at Home, Sweet Home.

 

We smile, and ponder o’er the farce that

          memorable day,

When wise men of the ruling class did

          meet in great display,

To hail the mighty conqueror; but he

          could not subdue,

The men who claim the right to think and

          speak as men should do.

And so they set themselves the sham

          affairs to spoil:

In dongarees and faces grim, and horny

          hands with toil,

They marched along from street to street,

          their purpose to make known;

The freedom of the city they transferred

          from GEORGE to John.

 

Now let us stop this bloody game and

          hush the cannon’s roar,

And beat the swords to ploughshares and

          practice war no more.

The nations of the earth shall then be free

          from shot and shell,

Free from this ghastly horror, reckoned

          the mouth of hell.

Here let us pledge ourselves anew, with

          heads uncovered swear,

In all the fights for Freedom we will

          gladly take our share.

And surely we must triumph in this most

          noble plan:

To usher in the Social State, the Brother-

          hood of Man.

 

Mrs Christina Mackie, Kilmarnock.

 

‘A Welcome Home To John MacLean’ written by Christina Mackie, Kilmarnock 1917, has been kindly donated to the SRSM by a source who wishes no acknowledgement. We’re unsure at this moment in time if this poem has appeared anywhere in print before, but we are now pleased to publish it online. If anyone knows anything about the author Christina Mackie, or has anymore information on the poem, we would be pleased to hear from you.