My Ireland
Stephen James Smith
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My Ireland, you are the river rush Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush My Ireland is talking to itself But so busy listening to Joe It's not hearing anything! My Ireland is saying 'Grá go deo agus sláinte Diageo' My Ireland is Reeling in the Years And not watching what's happening now While so many are reining in the tears And trying to cope somehow My Ireland is terrified of leaving the immersion on And lamenting not having won the Eurovision In God only knows how long My Ireland loves laughing at Ó Briain and Norton My Ireland is sending gifs and emojis While waiting for absolution My Ireland needs a vision, an aisling To move on from bacon and cabbage Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys! My Ireland is checking itself After a queen's Nobel Call And in Dublin Castle heard A Úachtaráin agus a chairde from auld Lizzy My Ireland is dizzy from misinformation And celebrations arising from The Proclamation My Ireland wonders if it's a sovereign people Still under the shadow of a steeple? My Ireland constantly asks: 'Was it for this?' and An bhfuil cead agam dul go dtí an leithreas? My Ireland is Zig and Zag and top shelf mags Pearse lonely as an old woman defiant in defeat My Ireland is a white flag and Elizabeth O'Farrell's feet My Ireland is Savita needing agency The Magdalene Laundries My Ireland is hysterical and in denial of being patriarchal My Ireland didn't Wake the Feminists Queen Maeve was an early riser My Ireland you are Cumann na mBan praying to St Brigid Ireland playing frigid Naysayers and Peig Sayers My Ireland is still Hailing Mary Mother of Grace And here's to you Mrs Robinson thanks for the embrace My Ireland wishes Grace O'Malley our Pirate Queen Could've been out at Shell to Sea My Ireland is cherishing anything From an Instagram snap of a ham and cheese toasty To finding the right filter for taking that selfie My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys My Ireland is The Quiet Man And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all My Ireland isn't sure what to do about water charges But needs someone to take the fall My Ireland You are the river rush of the Corrib Nore Foyle Suir Shannon Lagan Liffey, Lee And every tributary Wash over me Wash over me Wash over me My Ireland should learn from its rivers and burst its banks My Ireland needs to go back to the source The initial trickle, a spring and tickle out its flow My Ireland needs to let go My Ireland saw Sinéad ripping up the Pope And isn't able to cope So we've Pieta House, Apollo House, Pelican House For our new age blood sacrifice and ghost estates My Ireland doesn't know what a tracker mortgage is And is hoping it's not too late My Ireland sees goodness In the kindness of its people everyday Which bonds us just enough to get by My Ireland's sense of community isn't ready to die My Ireland celebrates the underdog Who 'Pull Like a Dog' 'We're not here to take part, we're here to take over!' My Ireland you are The Guildford Four Rossport Five Birmingham Six Traveling people and forgotten demographics My Ireland is a terrible beauty Agus mol an óige agus tiocfaidh sí My Ireland knows 'When all the others were away at Mass' There was The Meeting on the Turret Stairs My Ireland can let go of all its cares It has the arts We've The Salmon of Knowledge And blistered hearts My Ireland has warriors like Damien Dempsey singing 'Colony' And Katie Taylor knocking out misogyny My Ireland doesn't forget to pour a sup for the fairies And our women's fairy tales sail to Holyhead My Ireland You are the river rush of the Corrib Nore Foyle Suir Shannon, Lagan, Liffey, Lee And every tributary Wash over me Wash over me Wash over me My Ireland can be hard to take Asks, 'Did St Patrick banish all the snakes?' My Ireland is the Children of Lir, Tír na nÓg A herd of deer and a Connacht brogue My Ireland is singing Óró sé do bheatha abhaile While the Eastern Europeans are coming The Africans are coming The Muslims are coming Can we not all just come together? My Ireland, you are the National Stud My Ireland you are Four Green Fields and a clover Transgender Other Othered He She Non-defined Unexplained Yet to emerge Fluid queers My Ireland may be drunk on 800 years My Ireland is the undocumented And eighty million worldwide Failte them abhaile Open your arms Do you care about your diaspora? My Ireland is West Brits, expats, immigrants Shane McGowan, Tipp via London Town Ireland you are The Kilburn Road, Ellis Island Boston, To Hell or Connacht Dubai, Oz and Canada Skyping to your Da and Ma My Ireland's calling Tiocfaidh ár lá! My Ireland is pulling the Aran wool over the Yankee eyes While thanking its bus drivers since 1916 My Ireland is worried That Dustin the Turkey and The Rubberbandits Deserve more plaudits for speaking the truth My Ireland is fearful of the litigious My Ireland is a religious delirious crowd And Synging playboys in a post-truth western world My Ireland is full of notions Revelations framed in song And the constellations of a plough Under which we all belong My Ireland is Gerard Donnelly resting in the Phoenix Park As Wellington's obelisk looms in the dark My Ireland is Glendalough, Lough Derg Skirmishes, Skellig Islands and Star Wars My Ireland You are the river rush of the Corrib Nore Foyle Suir Shannon Lagan, Liffey, Lee And every tributary Wash over me Wash over me Wash over me My Ireland, oh my You are Omagh! Danny Boy in Loftus Road Good Friday Bloody Sunday An island in Trouble in shock Caught in the crosshairs of a Glock My Ireland is Tír gan teanga Tír gan anam And hiding ammunition You are white in division All sides aiming for some Union My Ireland You are a Peace Bridge in Stroke City A battle for some The Battle of Somme A Rising A Lily A Poppy A speech at Woodenbridge Others talkin' of leaching on Jobsbridge Ireland is feidir linn Oh yes we can, oh no you can't My Ireland's a Gaiety panto My Ireland's got the fear Wondering why are we here? Looking for a pot of gold Under the Cliffs of Moher My Ireland's postmodern Self aware, more than a list poem Wandering like Bloom Through the Slieve Bloom and Mourne Mountains My Ireland is Carrickfergus, Carrickmines The Ring of Kerry, Boyne Valley Bunclody, Enniscorthy My Ireland you are Waterways, wildlife, curlew You are a seanchaí lament A Celtic Phoenix Perpetual hubris Ireland you're not one to complain Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin My Ireland is Taking the soup Dropping the 'O' Do you feel emancipated? My Ireland you are Bosco knocking on a magic door Zebo and the Haka in Thomond Park You are Birdsong from a Lark Fenians, farmers, freemasons Executions at Kilmainham Jail You are UN peacekeeping And speaking of The Pale After kissing the Blarney Stone My Ireland, wherever you roam You are always a Paddy, a Biddy, a Mick Hailing from a Banana Republic My Ireland is getting the ride in Copper Face Jacks And made Big Jack an honorary Irishman My Ireland is Anglo Irish And playing GAA for the parish My Ireland is Glenroe and Joanne O'Riordan My Ireland you are And aren't the Vitruvian male And you're up for sale at the right price My Ireland Is the lovely girls at the Rose of Tralee Mount Rose and TV3 My Ireland will gobble you up It's obsessed with Clonakilty black pudding Superquinn sausages Bottom feeders Hunger Strikes 1798 and pikes Black and Tans Yips and yurts Scapegoats, drive-bys Fiscal crisis, Jesus, ISIS The Irish Elk, Ireland help! Ireland, viral, Titanic, epidemic From Normans to Neither/Norism My Ireland is Archbishop Charles McQuaid Enough said! My Ireland You are the river rush of the Corrib Nore Foyle, Suir, Shannon Lagan, Liffey, Lee And every tributary Wash over me Wash over me Wash over me My Ireland has erased The Famine The Great Hunger, the Emergency Let's not write our epitaph until we're all free My Ireland had a Centenary and got D.P My Ireland couldn't look its signatories in the eye My Ireland's Ditties and songs Sure we'll all sing along while Louis Walsh looms And wooden spoon
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Written by: Eithne Ní Chatháin, Stephen Smith
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