Green With Poetry Poem by Sean Furlong
Green With Poetry
Rating: ★5.0
Irish blood
flows through my veins
A tired flood
host of historical pains
pains from the butting of heads
between faiths in contention
that of loving liquid so divine
a hope of false redemption
famines and floods
castles and violence
the people against king
for Ireland they will sing.
(3/17/05)
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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5/6/2024 9:28:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This speaks volumes very succinctly. Chrissie