"...So venceremos, beidh bua againn eigin lá eigin. Sealadaigh abú".
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6th-Dec-2007 01:27 am (UTC) - Dark cold night of murder
As the dark night falls
Freedom hears its call
Ten wise men dieing
a whole nation crying
The rain pours down the prison walls
A gust of wind blows down the Falls
One of the prisoners leaves out a sigh
There freedom they must buy
On the streets the enemies patroll
they march without a soul
The children they line the street
They play a cheerfull beat
The prisoners take there walk
All too worried to talk
Then the murder is a committed
A crime that is befitted to this old curly haired witch
On buetiful green Irish grass this crime will not stay
This vicios murderer will pay
For she killed freedoms voice
And now she has no choice
Shell stand and she will pay
Wherever that she lay
In a Milan 5,000 march and burn the enemies flag
In paris they carry banners supporting the brave fighters
The world is obviously shocked the irish land is rocked
Dead are ten of her proudest sons
At the funeral the sound of a rebel guns
21 gun salutes there freedom now absolute
We all know who the battle that day
And thats all to be done is pray
For the boys of freedom
as God comes to lead them in his hand a tri colour
For blessed ireland and her buetiful freedom

=heres another poem hope you all enjoy it.
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