I am an Irishman born under British rule,
A prisoner since my mother gave birth,
I have seen catholic families evicted, saw their homes being burned
By a rampaging mob of murdering Loyalists.
I saw young men battered and beaten
By the strong arm of the British Army,
I took a vow to God and Ireland
That I would help to set my country free.
I saw Ulster become a battlefield
As the angels in heaven cried,
I heard the mortar bombs and bullets speak,
I read the names of comrades who died.
I joined the Provisional IRA
To destroy the chains of slavery
That for 800 years we have struggled to break;
I gave my life to God and to my country.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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