Thirty six days of hunger, today'
It struck me to the core when I heard about, the stand they are making..'
And the dismissal from (drainstream media) speaks of politicans quaking..
In Dublin before the Dai'l you'll find this
Gallant four.' Who are seeking recognition
For injustices of yore.' They know the pain
They've lived the grind. Of 'that institutionalised hell' dressed as benign
Intervention it never worked or aged that
Well, though fifty years have passed
Away.' Still nightmare shadows cling.'
Fluttering like the somber robes, that framed those that did such wicked things'
And the Dai'l today, attempts to smother?
The efforts unyeilding and brave, of these
Four survivors, who face the very grave.'
And not just for themselves alone' no
Their actions are aimed much; much higher..They want old a'herns promise
Made good, for by the devil; wasn't he a
Liar..' but there are many in the Dai'l today
Surely men and women.? Well found.' Who
Will take their cause to their very hearts so
That Eire.. Will know that its for justice they stand.' So all may say our lands to
Be mended at last 'to be sure.!'
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