Rebirth Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

There is a vast bizarre storm approaching the land of the shamrock'

It is brewing awhile, changing its direction and its appearance.

Unrest has become the main element of its deep, deep foundation.

The inhabitants are unhappy with the political ruling structures.

The grumbling comes next with the rumbling of the establishment.

While the administration presents an illusion of prosperity pending.

Over the poor and working classes, there are thunder clouds forming.

News that looms from Europe telling Ireland, do this, do that, and so on.

Makes one wonder, should we stray from the direct control of the E.U.

We were a proud republic following fighting for the rights of home rule.

Now it is as if it never happened as if we lost our memories of the struggle.

You, of our land, are the backbone of Ireland should obtain our respect.

Are we going to give in to the bureaucrats that think we don't count?

Its up to you!