We Are Back Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

NOW IRELAND IS A COUNTRY WE ALL KNOW WELL
HERE IS A SAD STORY THAT I FEEL I MUST TELL.

THE YOUNG FOLKS, THEY ARE FORCED OFF THE LAND
THE GOVERNMENT HAVE TAKEN A VERY CRUEL HAND

THERE UP IN THE DAIL, SITTING IN THERE T.D. FANCY SEATS
WHILE THE PEOPLE ARE STRUGGLING TO KEEP ON THEIR FEET

WAIT, I NEARLY FORGOT, THERE NOT IN THE DAIL THERE OVERSEAS
FOR IT.S HOLIDAY TIME AND THERE OFF IN THE SUN AT THEIR EASE

SURE WE won't SEE A DAY OUT, LET ALONE A TRIP AWAY
WE CAN'T AFFORD THE BUS FAIR TO BRING THE KIDS OUT FOR A DAY

WHAT DO OUR GREAT LEADERS CARE? UNTIL VOTING NEXT YEAR
WHEN THEY WILL KNOCK AT OUR DOORS TO SELL THEIR WARES

I WILL BE OUT LIKE A FLASH WITH MY MOUTH FULL OF POLITICAL WORD
I; LL FINISH WITH THEM AND THEY TAKE FLIGHT LIKE PETRIFIED BIRDS

THAT LABOUR PARTY IS A FAR CRY FROM JAMES CONNELY SO BRAVE.
THEY TREAT THEIR PEOPLE LIKE AMERICA SOUTHERN TREATED THE SLAVES.

THE DAY HAS COME THE 28TH AUGUST AND WE IRISH CITIZENS DID SHOUT.
NO WAY WE WON'T PAY. WE ARE FED UP. WE WANT F.G. AND THAT LABOUR BUNCH OUT