2015 - Poem by Mai Venn
Almost a hundred years have passed by since the rising.
When men and women struggle for the cause.
For Liberty, Freedom from that long oppression.
To live and work in peace in our native land.
Men died for that right, for freedom is costly
They paid dearly; they paid the price for to be a republic,
We recover 26 counties of our lovely green isle.
Bartering for every inch and step on the way.
Now we are repeating the struggle in verbal rebellion.
But this time the government are the oppressors.
They are bullying the people with an austerity fist.
While they live in the height of political style.
So we go out on the street with our banners up high.
All around Dublin city you can hear our thunderous cry.
Down with your harsh Austerity and your water tax to.
Resign and be gone for it’s the only decent for you to do.
Oh were all off to Dublin in the Green, in the Green.
With our banner held high up in towards sun.
Where all the old and young march on and on.
To the echo of the of the chants and the drum.
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