Are you the one that blocked the sun?
That fired the bullet from the gun
That laughed aloud at what you’d done
To this fair land that cash built
That sat on high upon your throne
Surveying what you bought and owned
Unhearing of the anguished moans
Of this fair land that cash built
Was it you that sowed the seed
Nurtured it with savage greed
Watched it grow to barb clad weed
In this fair land that cash built
Did you set the tiger free
To spread disease and malady
Then killed it with unbridled glee
In this fair land that cash built
Did you cast your mantle dark
Extinguish love and caring heart
And dance upon the final spark
Of this fair land that cash built
You put Cuchulain’s name to shame
Sold you’re soul for foolish gain
On you’re children ladled pain
In this fair land that cash built
© E. Duffin November 2010
A piece written when enraged at what was happening to our Country
ReplyDeleteExcellent write Eamon. Very skillful and its playful tone belies its more serious message.
ReplyDeleteEamon, a very relevant piece to teach us a lesson. I really like it and it has a nice rhythm to it.
ReplyDeleteIn the last verse,second line, I thought I might tell you that ''you're'' should be ''your''. Hope I don't sound bossy and that this was helpful to you.
An excellent write.
I like the style of this Eamon. That last line in each verse reminds me of the child's nursery rhyme, The House that Jack Built, although this is no child's poem, but a serious poem with a serious message. Enjoyed it. Rachael
ReplyDeleteWell worth saying what this poem claims...
ReplyDeleteso many rash decisions based on a quicksand of greed and foolishness..
A touching lament, Eamon....
Eamon,
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem as always. Love the style in this. Maire
Well Eamon,
ReplyDeleteAnother fine write depicting the state of where we are at in this country, a legacy left by greed and stupid policy makers, banks, the lot.I feel the lamenting music to this very sad poem.
regards Michael
Eamon
ReplyDeleteI read this again today and wow it tells the truth to what happened to our lost fair land. I can see you singing this while strumming your guitar, a great piece.