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Who Is Killing Our Nation
Our country is full of hypocrites who stand up against nothing and bend over for everything the peoples amendments pushing European agendas upon us for change towards liberal law in our downfall Unto our sovereignty against our wills those who care as a section of good standing people the biggest joke selling of our forestry Then robbing fish and destroying peoples lively hood quotas on catches now they talk of penalty points more tax revenue is all you hear now they are taxing dogs though a chip next it will be cats and pet hamsters Our oil and gas just given away freely even our ores owned by the state is robbed from under our noses dirty beggars do they think we are blind Who is to answer the normal Irish persons call. forcing our country into years of recession all you hear all the time cuts cuts cuts now they intend to make slaves of the unemployed those with highly qualified professions schemes that are a laugh working for peanuts jobs available have now vanished into these sectors The homeless has risen People thrown out of their homes even families in order to pay of gambling debts they cut everyones wages bailing out banks the biggest joke of all times the new world order is taking shape next they will demand us to take the chip mark of the beast Crooked minsters getting handshakes some role models they are to follow judges have the power over them roll meaning roaring out loud laughing yet nothing has been done Crossing palms thirty pieces of silver behind your mask is faceless removing our religious beliefs Judas sells us out We all stand for what is morally right our children's future water now an issue even most of it is poison they are forcing people into a corner grants in art among'st many others cut e,t,c the list has no end What the brave men of 1916 died for they fought against corruption and thief's to believe in honesty as brothers and sisters Stood against tyrants who tried to rob us of our dignity,lands and rights as humans to be equal as men considered in our past as dogs shame on your branding irons as world powers turned their backs on us Sold as slaves of little worth Removing the Vatican embassy it hurt me deeply from our green land our church of divine mercy seal of our faith I am a Catholic ludicrous what has been done unto us foundations of our Father's sons destroyed selling of all our rights Worse still one's euro is not equal must be run upside down as I see a class system in place we are branded part of the pigs by foreign bodies operating in control who actually think they are better than us As our ancestors blood lies upon this ground they would turn in their graves in disgust ashes of burning flames spirit always sees hope comfort of suffering injustices Our government in power is a standing joke People need to awaken and smell the roses for their children's sake if no one else see what is sacred to us sick lying on trolleys for days In Donegal we travel to Dublin where the majority of cancer wards are housed strangely none are up north isolated we are hundreds of miles the sick have to travel to get treated we should have an air lift Even our roads have no cats eyes in a wet stormy night rain bouncing of the road times two cars meet unable to see a white line safety wise dangerous so where does the car revenue go Not even a railway service to link us for trade purposes we truly are forgotten as a county why is that I wonder being an Irish national I seek answers to the circus running our country into the ground
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