BOBBY SANDS
"...So venceremos, beidh bua againn eigin lá eigin. Sealadaigh abú".
Welcome: A brief note about using the archive and search features and comment screening 
5th-May-2017 11:21 pm


**Note for Dreamwidth site: This is a new import that I will be changing as time permits. I do not have the layout exactly as I wish at this time and will be adding to it. Please feel free to read and comment.

For several years on my journals devoted to Bobby, I have marked the anniversaries of all the hunger strikers as well as significant events. I would like now to refer people to the archive to look at the daily titles from last year, for example, in order to refresh their memory of the history of that time. If I find new articles or anything current to augment this journal, I will of course post it. For current events in the political situation, please refer to SAOIRSE32. I do monitor comments made here, so please feel free to post them.

Regretfully, I have had to introduce comment screening on this journal. It pains me greatly to discover a visible insult to Bobby or any of the brave hunger strikers, and I will no longer allow that to happen. I do have to approve all comments from non-friends now, but I do NOT screen your IP, and you may still comment anonymously. Your comment, if it is respectful, will appear after being seen by me. I do not have to agree with it, but I would like it to be respectful.

You may also read this journal at its alternate site on Blogspot: BOBBY SANDS or BOBBY SANDS on Lj.

The site search is located at the Lj site for now until Google becomes familiar with this location.

Thank you,
micheailin

Mural photo is a smaller version of the beautiful photograph by Conánn Fitzpatrick and is used with permission.
Comments 
12th-Aug-2008 01:09 am (UTC) - Re: bobby sands...
thank so much martin. it's very sad. the dove reminds me of the 'Legacy' painting where all the doves are flying out of the 'H'.

thank you for posting this,

micheailin
21st-Aug-2008 09:01 pm (UTC) - Re: bobby sands...
Anonymous
..............my hero.............................
he did not join the cause for his own selfish needs,
freedom was his desire in the midsts of the wars machine,
not a drop of red or blue,but wild and green.

bobby was a normal lad with love hate and fears,
he came from the working class with sadness pain and tears,
bobbys name is in every rebels ears!.

he walked with his comrades into death and gods sweet arms,
even god could not resist bobbys gentle charms,
his intentions were always honorable and never out to harm.

his sisters were always in his mind,
He spoke of them often and he spoke of them in kind.

I’m sure all of the people who new him well,
Could say that he was the glowing light
even in that dark cell.

I will always think of him to me he was the one,
His mother was so lucky to have such a son.

poem-2this is knot your typical poem but its some of my bobby stuff......
..................our golden son.............................
The gentle wind blows through the grass on the of bobby’s end,
The people walked around with tear filled eyes,
such a young boy to go it was most terrible to see.

His mother is strong she has to keep her pain form the crowed,
But it’s the crowed that cant keep its pain,
The loss of this great lad was the loss of the golden sun,
Nine more fallowed and the sadness came over the sky again.

Young men are angry old men are wan,
Young women are crying old women cross themselves.
The brits make there self’s known! God forbid anyone should forget why this all happened.
My god! They have killed this man, a man the calibre of Emmet!!.






martin mc gearailt..to marcella sands
22nd-Aug-2008 03:01 am (UTC) - Re: bobby sands...
Thank you for that Martin. Have you considered making a journal yourself where you could post all your poetry? I'm going to send you an email to the address you posted above. :)
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