Are Both One Blood?
The Celtic legend of the wandering from Scythia through Crete, North Africa and into Spain, tying in with the legend of Breogans tower gives some truth to the story.
Who is to know?
Some Arabs say that Celts they were,
These Berber folk who in the Maghreb live,
I see few similarities to my eye…
To the residents of the sands that don’t forgive,
Weakness of man or heart must be restrained,
People must be resilient to survive –
Where water is scarce, in the life blood…
And only the strong can stay alive
We the Celts in our lands so green
That to us are barren, we complain
Know only a beautiful land – and more more so
Compared to these sands of little gain
Where these folk each a living, day by day
Who to live here, I look at in awe
But when they come here, it was a better land
When our land from his tower Breoghán saw
Maybe its a yarn, to tourists to tell
Who gullible, believe, what they are told
Maybe not, let us to history look
Read the legends of old
Did Milesius not have Scota for a wife
Daughter of Pharaoh’s reared stock
His mother another Pharaoh’s daughter
Not now so much, the story, a shock
We once together with Pharoes walked
Maybe it is true, we are our blood
we are all one children under God
Whose forefathers sailed with Noah in the flood