FilledwithRage©2022TonyFallon0828
When we Irish read the old stories of a sage
Is it any wonder that we are filled with rage
Irish land given by English kings as grantors
And fill the north east with hated loyal planters
What we went through for many years was sheer madness
Thrown off their own farms and sent away in sadness
Then rented to others at exorbitant rents
If you didn't pay they threw out your entire contents
Told to suffer in grief and turn the other cheek
Or get flogged if they had the bravery to speak
Many a poor serf must have been sadly surprised
If there was no heaven after all when he died
The mighty Cromwell came and like a lion roared
And put many Irish in early graves by sword
Or alive find themselves west in Mayo displaced
On barren infertile land little more than waste
Their descendants still have no permanent abode
Still living in caravans and tents by the road
Then came the awful famine spreading to all coasts
And turned the living Irish into living ghosts
Even with the smell of death there was oppressions
Pay up or get out now no thought of concessions
Qualified as a farmer with no other skill
Couldn't even stay in the mud cabin on the hill
Our Food leaving on ships secured by heavy locks
Unloaded two days later on some English docks
The John Bulls were by then titled Lords and Ladies
I'm sure their decedents now drive round in Mercedes
Then in twenty two when the six counties was hatched
Began a reign of terror that has been unmatched
Burnings and beatings all Catholics were impure
When they wound up in Ghettos then they felt secure
Then Ian Paisley's vile words added to the strife
The next target up could be a child or a wife
Supposed to be holy his thinking was antique
When it came to love he was not a Jesus freak
He is finally gone now we know where he went
I hope they encased this evil man in cement
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