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Premium Member Dear God, I'M a Friend of Your Son

Dear God, this is your old tried and tested friend, Milt,
I’ve always been a friend of your son, Jesus the Christ
You know since childhood I have worshipped you full tilt.

But, on occasion, I’ve felt like I’m the victim of a heist,
And my tithe is being used to promote radical causes
I’ve always been a friend of your son, Jesus the Christ.

“Love thy neighbor” is one of those essential clauses,
My Christian community is turning away the homeless
And my tithe is being used to promote radical causes!

I always thought “welcoming the stranger” timeless,
But my church wants sovereign borders and walls
My Christian community is turning away the homeless.

My ancestors all came from distant lands of the Gaels,
Foreigners seeking a place where they can live in peace,
But my church wants exclusive borders and solid walls.

I love America and may it, as a secure haven, increase
Dear God, this is your old tried and tested friend, Milt,
Foreigners seeking a place where they can live in peace,
You know since childhood I have worshipped you full tilt.

No Tolerance

Gaelic must go, the British Government ruled
They took our lands away
Banned the pipes and wearing of the tartan
But our memory holds to this day
Our strong sense of lineage, it’s influence is vast
Traceable back to Somerled 
Who masterminded the Viking outcast


Ours is a land steeped in hospitality and charm
Home to the eagle and the wild deer
The mountains, lochs, islands and moors are a celebration
Of what the Gaels hold dear
A  strong new generation of Gaeldom has now grown
Out from ages past
It’s seeds of genealogy have been sown

Erins Green Isle 1798

They live in fear in Ireland.
   Their sin is ' wearing of the green.'
   St. Patricks shamrock is now banned.
   A National Emblem caught between,
   Sweet Erins pride, and Englands stand
   Against the green, and to demean.
   Then rule the Gaels with iron hand.
   Beyond the pale lifes unforseen.
   It's freedom that, life does demand.
   So paradise on earth would mean.
   Sail Westward to a distant land,
   Where Irelands shamrock can be seen
   Those colonists will understand
   Why Irish eyes smile so serene.


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