Martin Hurson - H-Block Martyr

Poem By Daniel McDonagh

On Ireland’s land is were I stand
As the rising sun appears,
No prison cell, no Brits do yell,
As my soul has been set free.

I walk with Connolly & MacDonagh
While larks fly freely, nestle in trees,
Ireland’s sky is free of cloud,
Oh, fallen comrades, let your souls awake now.

Freedom is still a blooded stain
As the shackles haven’t broke from Britain’s chains,
But my fight continues for dear old Ireland,
For I am the resurrection, the soul of Martin Hurson.

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