Poem -

my country is in tearĀ“s

on fields of green i come home ,

but my country is in tears ,

my famely welcome me Ā back,

all has changed as i feared ,

no one works no one smiles ,

not a copper or two to rub ,

that dame dole office is like there home now ,

a few bob for a bit of grub ,

but look over to the other side ,

where life is at itĀ“s best ,

the rich just get richer ,

all waiting to join the rich list ,

people sick at home,

and cant pay for help ,

if you ask for a small hand out ,

you would get a fucken belt ,

i am glad i am away ,

in another country where i live ,

looking at my wounderfull country ,

my god all i have i would give ,

to the goverment itĀ“s Ā you that killed my ireland ,

you hungery pile of rats,

you stuff your pockets with workers money ,

and leave us there like a bunch of stray cats ,

but we are tought and will get by ,

itĀ“s a hard thing for ireland to do ,

we will eat and we will sleep ,

no fucken thanks to you ,

so to all you TDĀ“s and a money grabing goverment ,

you cut our money , our jobs but not our pride,

some day we will all stand tall ,

and there will be no where for you to Ā fucken hide,

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