The sun rises and they fade ,
Like the promises that were made ,
Along with the lives that were laid ,
On a chair with no legs ,
EXECUTED , The cock did not
crow that morning ,
But the wolf was heard howl ,
The battlefield, Dublins north side,
Is now being invaded like before ,
Smelling and dwelling of foreign
folk , it’s heart is lost and that’s no
fuckin joke ,
Is this it ? The blood and guts of so many, for an identity , now lost , to a pint of alcohol and a fiddle,
The laughing leprechaun takes it up the ass , or so it seems , where’s the Republic of my dreams ?????
Anthony Mc Gann
3/2/25. 20:08.
One Comment
Whatever happened to
The plough and the Stars ?
The sun rises and they fade ,
Like the promises that were made ,
Along with the lives that were laid ,
On a chair with no legs ,
EXECUTED , The cock did not
crow that morning ,
But the wolf was heard howl ,
The battlefield, Dublins north side,
Is now being invaded like before ,
Smelling and dwelling of foreign
folk , it’s heart is lost and that’s no
fuckin joke ,
Is this it ? The blood and guts of so many, for an identity , now lost , to a pint of alcohol and a fiddle,
The laughing leprechaun takes it up the ass , or so it seems , where’s the Republic of my dreams ?????
Anthony Mc Gann
3/2/25. 20:08.