cha do thachair an ar-a-mach

Mont a ra mat ganeoc'h?(Ciamar a tha sibh?)
Setu ma c'helaouin (Seo mo naidheachd)
Uill, bha lige a' phop uabhasach math, ach lorg mi rud a-mach mu dheidhinn Tony coir. 'S e drungair uabhasach a th'ann agus tha e ri grain-cinnidh a bharrachd air sin. Ach uill co-dhiu, chan eil feum agam fuireach comhla ris a-nis, agus 's urrainn dhomh a sheachnadh cuideachd. Ach, 's e cuis-mhulad a th'ann cuideachd, carson as deidh ceithir bliadhna a tha e ris an aon ghorachd is amaideas a bha e riamh. 'S docha gur e gloic a th'ann, ach sin e. Co-dhiu, tha obair trang romhainn leis an ionad soisealta ur againn. An ionad "Saorsa" air sraid Coille a' phollag. Bidh e na lochran do chuisean ceartas soisealta agus tasglann dhan obair a tha airson a' cheartais sin a thoirt gu buil, a bharrachd air an ar-a-mach a thoiseachadh. 'S mathaid.
Agus airson a h-uile duine a tha airson mo bhardachd a leughadh, seo pios dheth.

A monster newly led
Into paradise exclaimed
"Why are all those people naked,
And what does milk and honey mean?"
The death of all discrimination
The Pharisees have lost some weight
To be too long in Gehenna's fire
Means penitence for all, the great
Lie around in pools of blood
The Yaks have wandered from the heath
The collapsing souls of Christendom
Bring fratricide from lands beneath
To this table monsters come
And stroke the skin of she who lies
But death has stretched her hands to her
Be young again, the monsters cry
All the wisdom there in nudity
Proclaimed that watchers' eyes are bleached
The blindness that resulted
Meant years of pain for me to teach
To you I reckon that you'll learn
My wisdom now as ever false
I lay with her is now denied
In suicide's ever druggy waltz.

Yippee, agus yec'hed mat d'an holl, (slainte mhath dhan a h-uile duine)