A Random 1916 Poem
Dublin is burning down
All around to every last cinder on the ground
It's like the London Bridge is burning down
Taking the British Empire down piece by agonizing piece
It's like the fascists are in town
Marching up and down the streets
Intimating everyone and anyone in town
Ireland's IRB is there to drive them out
That is if they can with all their might
Resist the temptations that was called England
Who kept yelling at them you don't have any rights
The Irish Republican Brotherhood yelled yeah right you bloody brits yeah right
We've written up the Irish Proclamation to proclaim our rights
So get out of our sights you bloody brits and have a good night
Dodging bullets and machine gun fire left and right
Thomas J Clarke Sean Mac Diermada Thomas MacDonagh
P.H. Pearse Eamonn Ceannt James Connolly and Joseph Plunkett
Knew what they were doing was right
Although each and everyone in the end would pay with their very lives
Their deaths were a blessing in disguise because Ireland is Ireland
With a few kinks here and there
But the legacy of 1916 Easter Rising isn't going anywhere
The British faded into history but the legacy of Thomas J Clarke
Sean Mac Diermada Thomas MacDonagh P.H. Pearse
Eamonn Ceannt James Connolly and Joseph Plunkett
Live on for future generations to come