We Remember YetA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighThe ten brave Irishmen who gave their lives in the Hunger Strikes for Irish freedom and unity... we Remember YetTo where are they gone, those men of old They rest tonight beneath the clay And few now are the storys told Of their brave deeds in their day For what was it that they did fight Was it worth it, that they saught To achieve freedom as a right And that to fight for it they aught.
Their names are now a dirty word Their type are now undesireable in these times Alas, this land: it is so absurd That the actions of heros are now called crimes. Let us as a nation always remember Let us as a people never forget From January to cold December We shall recount their deeds yet. © 2008 Tomás Ó CárthaighReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 22, 2008 AuthorTomás Ó CárthaighRenmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, IrelandAboutTen years on this site... a quick decade, and an age in another way... Flanagan and the Lampost The Novena, some Drama and Midge Ure in Galway Fiddling at Longford Donkey Innovat.. more..Writing
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