Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Somethings Never Change - Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
With a wicked eye, a short sharp glance
Disapproval at once was seen,
And quickly apart they did move,
The lovers who together had been.
The knowing nods of an opinion shared,
Gesture to each other who think the same,
It is not right, either in day or night
In white with coloured, there is shame...
Sure today there is no slavery,
As once upon a time there was blacks in chains,
Buy the look of an eye shows opinions dont die
And, as if bound, the heart suffers times immortal pains...
A gamble on future that may not be
And fight against all shes shown...
A jump in the dark with the man she loves,
Or the comfort of what she has known...
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