The GPO

The remains of the burnt out GPO

The General Post Office is no more

But is it so has the mighty British won

They flushed out the seven signers of the Irish Proclamation

Now they are no more

But now the tides have turned

The British have been long forgotten

They are nothing more but a distant memory

In the minds of the Irish people

But the legacy of the seven signers live on

The burning rubble of the GPO

On the evening of the Easter of 1916

As a lot of stories to unfold

It still even has the original bullet holes engraved into the rock

If you looked at the GPO today

Would you think of the role it played

In a battle oh so long ago