How Much Longer Does Ireland Have Left Poem by Ros Venn

Why does it feel like my country is doomed,
I don't understand why no one is fumed,
A criminal dies and becomes a martyr, is that a surprise?
Shortly after an innocent dies, covered up not to give rise,
Everyone wants to make it a colour of their skin,
It should be about the content of the character within.
A government has sold our country out and is full of imports,
This is our land, does it not sicken you the media distorts,
Our land is being invaded, no management on the border,
The border from the north is being crossed and there's no order,
Look around you open your eyes there is clearly a problem,
Will it be too late before everyone realises, god damn them,
How many years did our ancestor fight for this land,
How much blood, sweat and tears, to make a stand,
For now, now those people who are elected to sell it,
Sell our country, to fill it with imports to hell with it,
Is there anything worth fighting for here anymore,
I look around and all that I see is just an eye sore.