When the crown killed
Our children with hunger
Feed through greed
A nation learned to fight
By
Talking with words
Rhyming lyrical beauty
While saying nothing at all
A rich culture
Devoid of material wealth
Adorned with tales
And sceals
Of Swans sailing across
The wide sea to heavens door
Silence holds the strength
The foreigners never could
Sense within the feelings
Of the mothers in the uplands
Who dug stones with hands
Worn of nails
And skin trailed with tears
Wept for children
Starved
A genocide fed
Of potatoes rotted
And crops on ships
Set sail for English lands
Frankie mcgivney writing of a march day after listening to a historian waxing lyrical with mr tiernan