The following is a famous poem by Pádraig Pearse, one of the leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising in Dublin. Pearse was executed by the British colonial authorities after the failed rebellion. His death, and those of others who perished with him, inspired a mulitude to rise up and fight for Irish freedom. That fight […]
This poem comments upon the Irishmen who left their native land to fight in foreign wars. It is a sad fact that many Irish nationals have died in overseas conflict while their own nation lay in the chains of bondage. The Battle Eve of the Brigade The mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set, […]
This poem by Davis deals with the Penal Laws which further institutionalized sectarianism across colonial Ireland. In the Occupied Six Counties today, the psychology of many Unionists would indicate that the Penal Days have not gone for at least some. The Penal Days Oh! weep those days, the penal days, When Ireland hopelessly complained. Oh! […]
Here is yet another rebel poem from the father of Irish Republican poetry, Corkman, Thomas Davis. The Vow of Tipperary From Carrick streets to Shannon shore, From Slievenamon to Ballindeary, From Longford Pass to Gaillte Mór, Come hear The Vow of Tipperary. Too long we fought for Britain’s cause, And of our blood were never […]
Brendan Behan was a hard-drinking Dubliner born in 1923 and who died in 1964. Although in the IRA’s young wing of the Fianna from an early time, it was at the impetuous age of 16 that Behan joined the IRA and took himself off to England with only a suitcase full of explosives for company, […]
Thomas Davis was an Irish Republican of the 19th century. He is widely regarded as the Bard of Republicanism. My Land She is a rich and rare land; Oh! she’s a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land This native land of mine. No men than her’s are braver- Her women’s […]
This is a piece of short verse from our resident poet, A.D. It deals with the effects of deliberately skewed information and its dissemination by those who seek to retain control of the people of our world. The Propaganda War The insidious agendas of the Capitalist commentariat Seep through distracted minds of a weary proletariat […]
This is yet another stirring piece of verse from the poet laureate of Irish Republicanism, Thomas Davis. In this poem, Davis laments the falling of Irish martyrs in battle, and looks hopefully to the day when the servants of Irish freedom will eventually triumph over their colonial oppressors. Remember that such writings could have seen […]
Tone’s Grave In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave, And wildly along it the winter winds rave; Small shelter, I ween, are the ruined walls there, When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. Once I lay on that sod-it lies over Wolfe Tone- And thought how he perished in prison alone, […]
Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill ‘Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill? ‘ ‘Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.’ ‘May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Eoghan Ruadh! ‘ […]
Priorities of the single man I looked at her, she looked at me, Her eyes roamed up and down, She softly smiled, dispelling then my doubt. I wandered forth, so beckoned By this Queen, bereft of crown, She whispered close, ‘your shirt’s on inside-out’. We danced upon the moonbeams As the nighttime […]
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Time’s Insidious Dreams ? Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. ? Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions.…
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