Mai Venn Poems
Oppression Of Ireland
Oppression of Ireland
Why is our country so sad?
Why is our government so bad?
Why does our youth feel so down?
Why do our elderly have a forlorn frown
Why are we left to the four winds?
Why does our leader Kenny have a grin?
Why are the poor getting poorer?
Why are the rich getting richer?
Why are the children suffering?
Why are the homeless dying on our streets?
Why are our ill on hospital trolleys, day after day?
Why, why, why.
They say that Ireland is a lovely land
One could live there, it so green and grand
But why ...
Commemoration Of 1798
Two hundred year later, at the 98 Commemoration
We all gathered around to celebrate in anticipation,
We dressed up in our peasant rags, brogs, shawls and wigs,
With our musicians and dancers, our reels and our gigs.
Historians pondered, wondered, argued and debated,
While tourists watched on, drank Guinness and patiently waited
Rebel songs, they were sung and Church bells, they were rung,
All ages were represented, from the old to the young.