Ireland Poem by john o'connell
Ireland
Ireland
land of pain and complaints;
teaching its young
the miserable lessons of failure,
endowed by centuries of history
and justice gone cruelly mad.
an island
with rugged shores
that turn in
on its own populace.
rising,
genuflecting
and falling fatefully
again
into the Saturnian puddle
of its own gorging.
all that remains
is an emerald sadness
filled with living ghosts.
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