The Ghosts of Long Since Past
You have your New Ireland
It is not ours.
We are the ghosts of long since past
Some you know and some who know those you know
We will not inhabit this new found "Ireland"
We refuse,
while you do not.
You can keep your desolate and empty creation
We will keep company with the dead
patriots and those whom the patriots took with them
for anything but this
What do the dead have to offer the living,
oh we have heard all the sneering cries and
know the fear that lies underneath them
We will not be intimidated by condescension
masquerading as righteousness
What do the dead have to offer the living?
The only true peace:
That which cannot be bought.
This chorus of ghosts
will not rest
Even in our silent eyes looking back at you in the mirror.
May your stately dinners have the taste of crushed bone,
stark and cloying
May your governmental drink coat your throat like stale blood,
salted and redthick
May each voice of the people you hear always ask you:
"What about our ones, and what they died for?"
Oh, we have much more to offer
than ever you will find
in your 'New Ireland'.
And we will forever sing
of the peace that cannot be bought.
Loved it Carrie a cara heres my twopence worth to add on
ReplyDeleteBefore we,re dead and in our graves
no quisling pension do we crave
no holiday homes or fancy cars
nor crocodile tears shall we shed
for those who died whom you cruelly betrayed.
your lords and masters by the nose have you led
perfidious albion is you new bed
Norman Tebbit would rather have you dead.
still the price of your treachery is to be paid.
Everyone should see this poem! Absolutely lovely and so very heartfelt.
ReplyDeletefair play again carrie, thats the second poem of yours ive read here. hope certain well fed people read it too.
ReplyDeleteAs always Carrie, beautiful writing !!!!
ReplyDeleteIs it weird that when I read your poems it's like you've been in my head ?