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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.
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.
7th-Dec-2007 10:58 pm (UTC) - Re: Dark cold night of murder
Thank you very much. I do enjoy it. It invokes such sadness.
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