BOOM BOOM BOOM THE GUNS OF THE OPPERSSOR SPOKE THERE MESSAGE OF DEATH MANY BRAVE MEN THE BLACK REAPER THAT DAY MET. EASTER SUNDAY 1916 IN IRELANDS CAPITAL CITY WHEN THE MIGHT OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE SHOWED US LITTLE PITY. THE GPO WAS UNDER SEIGH BUT IRELANDS SONS WERE STRONG THE TRI COLOUR BLEW IN THE BREEZ AS THE REBELS WERE FIRED APON
SOME SAID TAKEING UP ARMS WAS NOT THE RIGHT SULTSHON BUT HOW EALS TO GET FREE FROOM A FOREIGN CONSTITUTION AS DUBLIN SHEAD HER TEARS OF WAR MANY HARTS WERE LIGHT FOR ALL TRUE IRISHMEN KNEW THER CAUSE WAS RIGHT.
FOR 7 DAYS BLODDY AND SCARED WITH SPIRITS NEVER WAVERING PLEDGED TO FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN A NATION IN THE MAKEING AND DO THE LOST THAT EASRERTIDE THEIR MEMORIES ARE NOT FORSAKING THEY DIED MAYTHERS FOR THEIR BELIVES A CREDIT TO ANY NATHION
GERARD O KEEFFE
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I WROTH THIS POMES FOR IRELANDS SONS AND NOW WE HAVE PEACE THATS WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED
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Keep up the good work.