Ireland Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Ireland, Ireland, my native land.
Now under the unethical command.
Free it, release it, I ask and beg of you.
Time for a government that is good and true.
This present one is not in touch.
Its citizens have suffered far too much.
They feel abandoned and blead dry.
To the streets once more. We will try.
Up go our banner and observe our cry.
Out, out, you lot, for you know why.
You left us down and turned your back.
Empathy and respect, you really lack.
So on to the streets we shall go.
In trackers, lorries, we will not take no.
We will demonstrate and have our say.
You all will be gone soon; we will have our day.