Governments Legacy
This city
has a spire
in the middle,
the needle
of Ireland's despair,
cost us money
and lots of our riches,
this is our city so fair,
a government
in ruling
our ruination,
as the clock
in the Liffey
Stood still,
their time
is running out,
a country so wild ,
yet so beautiful,
yet this is all
we have got,
rocked by mass
unemployment,
emigration heavy
on everyone's heart.
A government yes
They destroyed us,
as they made us pay
For what they ill got,
bailing out these
so called scrooges,
fair is the state
of our nation ,
poor in everyone's heart,
this is the state
of our country
Rich and peasants
miles apart,
gambling
our children's futures,
as job creation,
plays the necessary part,
now this is the state
of our country,
Ireland
A nation
in despair
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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