The Irish never forget that they are an oppressed people, the world made sure of that. Today the English seem to be pale copies of what they once were, and the Irish build a country they hold high in honest pride. To them the final battle will be won, as england becomes so divided it falls in upon itself.
Oppression in Succession
Black the wind that screamed off the Tor,
and the rain came in sheets like bitter tears
washing the land clean of the battle’s blood.
For only such a wild and savage flood
could remove this stigma of Celtic fears
and so the Irish hate the English evermore.
Broken vows and turncoat politics made,
every chance at peace another waste of time,
and left the spirit hardened to welcome change.
Wide the emotions and spirit did range,
but each act but a traitor’s false mime,
the price another bloody English raid.
Heroes and villains fell by each other’s hand,
as did their families and histories in the dirt,
such is the price of power over another.
Those who might have been true brothers,
in the end saw their lives drain in spurts
at the hand of some more savage band.
Subdued, but not conquered in their own land,
they prosper and succeed to win in the end,
and the English shall pass into the mists of time.
Homogenized and diluted by other lines,
the last battle to be without a shot to send
and Erin will be free of the lion’s heavy hand.
WOW this is amazing.