"...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,

Mural photo is a smaller version of the beautiful photograph by Conánn Fitzpatrick and is used with permission.
3rd-Nov-2007 01:18 am (UTC)
The cold wind breaks the Antrim coast
The heavy rain shakes the sailing boats
The Irish winter does notting to deter the dreaded ghost
The prison guard fastens his long black coat
Alone and forgotten he sits
Hungry tired and worn
The cell darkly lit
He just stands there to mourn
Suddenly he hears a sound
Drums in the distance whaling from the sky
To his window he goes to try to see
Something tells him he'll soon be free
The drums continue to sound the whaling now so loud
Through the window comes the ghost
To the prisoner she has a toast
Your mission now complete she says
Now you may be free i will take you home
This is the end of your roam
But o no you are not dieing the ghost says while there flying
Because any time one of your children says the words reborn again you shall be
The words they are simple to learn say them one say them all
Bobby Be Free
Bobby Be Free
God Bless You Ireland may one day you be free.
7th-Nov-2007 09:13 am (UTC)
Whoever you are, thank you so much for this beautiful poem.

Bobby be free.

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