Echoes From the Liffey

ECHOES FROM THE LIFFEY. I hear it loud and clear, A clarion call for the Irish, A call to awaken our inner strength and rediscover the true us, Even the walls echo it. Motherland beckons, The lush green fields needs weeding, The time for grazing is long overdue for our livestock, Even Our thoughts needs nourishment. What happened to the sweat and blood of our forefathers? To build a home for prosterity, An enclave with vast opportunities, A home for all. The flight started with trekkers of leisure, Soon it became trekkers for pastures greener, Leaving in its wake a near desolate land, Where the old yearn for their successors. No thanks to the men in suits, Whose misadventures led us down this path. An unwinding route of doom and gloom, A nations nightmare. Mother Ireland weeps, Wishing for daybreak to be nigh, To dry up the tracks of her tears, And silence the echoes from the liffey. J.D.C AHUMIBE. NEWBRIDGE, COUNTY KILDARE. REPUBLIC OF IRELAND.