My Homeland Is Fallen Asunder Poem by Ros Venn

The Emerald Isle is crying out for help,

Her people, they are afraid of what's happening,

They have survived many invaders,

Ireland's history shows what suffering is,

Not many helped us when we needed it,

So, with empathy and understanding, we give aid,

But bite marks are showing on the hand that feeds,

Politicians are like shepherds being gifted new sheep,

They are neglecting the Irish-born flock,

For many herds of the new sheep that are being gifted,

They come with the gift of paper so green,

This green paper lines their pockets,

It keeps the shepherds warm at night.

It does not bother them how many wolves have entered the Emerald,

Yes, there are many wolves sneaking in dressed in sheep wool,

But wolves in Ireland is a funny thing,

The last time Ireland had wolves,

They were hunted to extinction.

They use the keepers of the peace to defend this new flock of sheep and wolves,

But the keepers of peace are trampling upon Eireann's flock,

Our country is built on revolution; 1916 gave us independence.

A revolution may be needed to maintain independence.