The Shame of Ireland
I sought refuge in my homeland… I got betrayal
I sought safety in my homeland…. I got bruised
I sought peace in my homeland…. I got ridicule
I sought freedom in my homeland…I was chained
I sought pardon for no crime… I got persecution
…But my life is my life whether snatched and torn from me
Whether persecuted,
Whether chained,
Whether ridiculed
Whether bruised
I am still free because…
I have done no wrong
I have done no harm
And to the shame of those who stand on high ground
I have this to say,
The higher you stand,
The heavier you will fall
And let it be upon your own sword
Because evil has no solace
Evil has no platform
Evil thrives in the darkest corners
Of corruption, shame and abuse
And sadly so sadly my dearest friends and foes
In this our homeland, our dearest beloved Ireland
Our Ireland who has suffered so much
In past decades and how
We blamed and ranted and swore Old England to the grave
But sadly so sadly my dearest fellow Irishmen and Women – today’s crimes
Perpetrated against innocent and not so innocent
Men, women and children of our dear Irish Isle
Are not the crimes of England
Nor are they the crimes of any foreign land
They are the crimes and the shame of an
Irish Democracy which has literally gone mad…
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