So, he has gone like a withering leaf floating to the ground.
He, who for so long taunted me and many other
That voice, I can still hear it waffling that political sound.
Ireland. My Ireland looks on as we wonder what lays instore.
Could it get better or could it get worse for its inhabitants?
Will we have to take to the streets to fight once more.
The power of the people is far mightier the than that of regime
We will lead the way for our followers as they did before us
No one will ever keep us down as we are the beacon and the beam
Power to the people, our people are the backbone of the land
Water is an example but so is our property, think about it!
Power to the people for the power is in the Irish people hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem