The Government Paying With Irish Souls Poem by Ros Venn
The Government Paying With Irish Souls
How many lives must they take with their knives,
How many wives are lost at the hands of those guys.
When will the people wake up and see.
They are a danger to you and me.
Of good men, they are very few men.
They hate us they don't see us as human,
They see us as an inferior race,
They government don't make a case.
When they kill one of us,
They don't make a fuss.
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