We are returning to the streets, with our banners held up high again.
That senseless government has let us down,
What is new? Comrades, there are a gang of clowns.
Well, they think they're smart and clever.
But like the song said, it is No. Nay. Never.
People's power can move mountains and divisions.
There is strength in numbers to make decisions.
Mother Ireland on the march again, I will quote.
The working classes will lead the way to new growth.
Down with the regime, arise up, phoenix, it is a new beginning.
For people power and Irish values will become the winners.
We the citizens, do not want you lot in Dáil Éireann anymore.
Go now before it is too late, get the hell out of the front gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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