(July 14,1982 / Los Angeles, California)

Green With Poetry

Irish blood
flows through my veins
A tired flood
host of historical pains
pains from the butting of heads
between faiths in contention
that of loving liquid so divine
a hope of false redemption
famines and floods
castles and violence
the people against king
for Ireland they will sing.


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This speaks volumes very succinctly. Chrissie