Remembrance

I wrote this during the 100 year memorial of the 1916 Rising in Ireland.

In the name of God

And of the dead generations from which

She receives her old tradition of nationhood

And we remember.

 

We remember the revolt

The revolution, the freedom they must have felt

The freedom we feel

From their sacrifice

Their passion, the burning patriotic fire.

 

We are free

We are free, and yet, we suffocate

We suffocate from the

Tails of our past, our history.

 

Six we lost, six we will reclaim

Not one, not two, but double three we will reclaim

Help us again,

Beloved saviours

Wolfe Tone, Emmet, Fitzgerald.

Help us once again.

 

And the unnamed, the unnamed

Shall not go unnoticed.

Not once.

Not ever.