Oh wise men riddle me this...
The nightmare came true
instead.
I don't wear Poppies and I don't wear Lillies,
Fuck the seedy narratives of party or state.
Thinking of those that died, for "a better tomorrow"
(and crying for their mothers)
Wearing the uniform of whatever vision or nation
Not chest puffing-out, event-junkyism, or symbol fetishization
This grubby gombeen cesspool wasn't worth a single drop of blood
Was it for this? This [abomi]nation?
On this bright Easter morn, my heart is filled with sorrow
On this bright Easter morn, my heart is filled with sorrow
Thinking of those that died, for "a better tomorrow"
(and crying for their mothers)
Wearing the uniform of whatever vision or nation
Not chest puffing-out, event-junkyism, or symbol fetishization
This grubby gombeen cesspool wasn't worth a single drop of blood
Irish or Brit
The workers and sufferers are still left down in the shit.
Thanks for sharing, Anthony.
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