Easter Rising 1916 : Seasonal Poetry

Inside the post office a few men of high repute had entombed themselves ,
the cause a gallant one .
Their laws a valiant heroic fight to the death.
If they should fall their glory in martyrdom would arise .

The brave few Irish patriots bowed down not to fear but stood up to their oppressors as they were called .
God under a pale Irish sky,
where gold lined the silver streets and shadows surrounded the post office,
as strangers they dared to despise .

Jealous of the gold and silver .
Greedy of that noble cause .
The brave few where taken and executed .
Shot down in cold blood under a grey Irish sky by dark hands of the stranger .
They claimed martyrdom .

From out of those graves Irish blood still flows .
While Ireland holds these graves Ireland unfree shall never be at peace .
Ireland has seen the coming of a new day,
the Easter rising of 1916 has entombed the spirit,
but has not seen this nation one .

By Paul McCann