J F Dominic Briars Poet I do not know?

My Son

Come out with me tomorrow
And do the things we said we'd do 
Let me make my words have a little truth 
Empty promises I said I'd keep
And days of waiting past
Let me show you my little son 
The world I think is mad

There's reasons I didn't take you
When I set off from home 
How could I bring a sons corpse back filled with broken bones
War it is a scary thing and my son I pray for you
I hope that in your life time, about war you have no clue
Fire blood and violence 
And natives always die 
But by my own sons graveside I said I'd never lie 
And that's the reason my young boy why you stayed at home
As your pappy and the other men stood next to old Wolfe Tone.
ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF FIGHTING
And still there will come more
This Ireland we all fight for better be worth the war
I've seen families torn apart
And old women cry 
All in the name of freedom
And a clear silent night.

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