A Cry For Change By Mai Venn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

As a citizen of dear old Ireland's, green isle


It breaks my heart to see such a dim political style


The poor people want a change in the leader seat


The rich may prefer to keep the old lad sweet


Well we need new blood to rise up on their feet


Speak out and let it be said, or are you all dead?


What happens to the memory of the men of 1916 &1798?


Will their ghosts come back to haunt them at the Dail gate.


Oh, how I wish that Ireland would come out of the Dark Age


When I listen to Dail debates by those in power, I feel in rage


I yearning in vain that we had a leader who was good and true


Man or a woman, that would put the people first for me and you.


mai venn