Michael Pruchnicki


Cantankerous Celts


Wild and reckless they were indeed
in defense of their heartland

redcoats and the black and tans
ruffians and thugs in uniform
firing on crowds of civilians
in Dublin, September 1913

50,000 ATTEND FUNERAL OF WORKERS
KILLED BY TROOPS

Tribalism of cantankerous Celts
tends to run bloody in the streets

Today's Celts include Serbs, Scots
and Basques fighting for freedom
Headlines shout of strife and mayhem
in the Middle East

Yanks liberated Europe
bombing round the clock
planting seeds of unrest
seeking peace in our time

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2008
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