Song Of The People Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Arise now, my loyal comrades, listen to me.
Gather your paper and pens, write various poetry.
Calling all storytellers, poets, and writers to lead.
Evoke grand terms by stances for historians to read.

Lyricists, turn active and compose a good ballad song.
Tell the world that our regime is acting wrong.
We, the citizens, need to speak loudly and clear.
Enlightening the Universe, our voice they will hear

Poet, William Butler Yates, would roll in his grave.
Pádraic Pearse, you will recall, for he was so brave.
Now at rest quietly, in their own homeland place.
While we look to our leaders, there such a disgrace.

In Ireland, the pen flows with inspiration galore.
Where the young and the old are creating verse and more.
Accounts are being made all over the countryside.
But those who left us down find a plot and hide.

We are no longer peasants unable to read or write.
With a good education, one is ready to fight.
Wealth of wisdom to go around, bounties to share.
It is unfair for us when they will not listen or care.

We simply show the policymakers how to see.
The best legislation for our country, for you and me.
No more scatter-brained speaking just for the show.
It is time for them to leave, bid all of them cheerio,

There is a bright new future just on the hill.
Look up over the horizon, time will not stand still.
Liberation from the past onto the present, at last.
Fresh flows knowledge, to help find the dice cast.