DREAMS OF FREEDOM
They stood amidst the carnage
Their dreams of freedom
Realized by the brutal staccato
Of an orchestra of vengeance,
A dance of rebellion
Against the prevailing tyranny
The spring winds whispered :
Rise !
Rise from your knees,
People of the Bogside
People of the ghetto
Of the Bandit Country
Farmers of the West,
Punters of Antrim, Omagh, Derry, Belfast, Donegal, Cork, Roscommon, Kerry, Sligo, Mayo, Galway and Dublin
Rise ! Cast aside your shackles
And get off your knees
And look toward a new Celtic Dawn
Amidst rubble strewn streets
And burning buildings
And the ghosts of Wolfe Tone, Emmet and Henry Joy
As silent witnesses
To a beautiful resurrection
From these deaths
Shall come a glorious rebirth !
O’Connell street lays in ruins
And the GPO engulfed in flames that reach the midnight sky
But the spirit of Revolution
Has awakened a Nation
From a death-like slumber
And now our
Dreams of Freedom
Will shine like emerald diamonds
In the dark battle scarred streets of Dublin
And the world will watch in awe
As our battlecry resounds
Like the rumbling of mighty thunder
And the echoes of the Past
The voices of the Fallen
And our children’s laughter
And the worker’s smile
And the mourning mother’s tears
And the soldier’s spilled blood
Reignite a fiery passion
Love of Homeland, Brotherhood, Solidarity, Liberty, Equality,
And the Republic.
- R. Dubhdara
The Subversive Sound of Celtic Rebellion & Musical Mutiny !
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