The penal return

The emerald isle
of scholars and saints
of sickness famine
and pain.
A land of song
of poetry and prose
has seen the dark again.
The secular shadow
euphemy abound
with guises
of freedom and choice.
A presence now felt
feeding delusion
the birth
of insidious vice.
Destroying all life
all maternal virtue
all feeling of value
and truth.
Supressing all reason
all doctrine and faith
fermenting despair
in our youth.
Appratus of power
a caustic advocate
political and media
elite.
Through slander and scorn
the knives are drawn
on truth
as they lie and they cheat.
Yet those of us stand
refusing submission
to the belligerent cause
of such wrong.
In facing the dawn
of the penal return
the light of our faith
keeps us strong.