Patsy O’hara - H-Block Martyr - Poem by Daniel McDonagh
On the 30th day of my hunger strike
James Connolly came me to in a dream,
Bringing with him the volunteers
Of whom he led in 1916.
He told me to be strong and relentless
For Ireland’s strength is the will to fight,
And courage should be my pride and honor
As I grow weak during my hunger strike.
He introduced me to the Easter Rising leaders
That my grandfather would often talk off,
Standing by his side were Pearse and Plunkett,
MacDermott, Clarke and Thomas MacDonagh.
He spoke to me of my home in Derry
Of the vigils that are held each day,
And before he left, he softly whispered,
“I shall wait for you by heaven’s gate.”
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