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Where is our Poet Laureate

Seamus are you there?
We need you now

Words mixed and jumbled up

Phones ringing
Emails flying
People crying

Joe Duffy
On crutches
Clutches the phones
For Liveline listeners
Beads of sweat
We will take a break
I can't take this
Another break
It's too painful

Marian
Pat
Vincent
Morning Ireland
Taking telephone calls
Lets go over to
Drive time
Olivia O'Leary
Miriam O Callaghan
Questions and Answers
Irish Times
Boston Globe
Kevin Cullen
Mary Raferty
Nell Mc Cafferty
Bruce Arnold
Heather Laskey

Don't mention any names
This is a pseudonym
We know who you are

What about the Cavan fire

Seamus where are you
We need you now
Words mixed and jumbled up

Joe may I come in

The Christian brothers
Nuns with no clothes
That's a bad habit

Where is Bono
Christy Moore
Ronnie Drew
The Dubliners
Would know what to do

If I should fall from
Grace with God

Maggie Bullen
Lizzie Ann
Paddy Doyle
River Liffey

Talk to Joe

Broadcasting Complaints
Committee
They will uphold
Apologize to the Nation
Mass graves
Around Ireland
This never happened

Children then
Wounded adults
Now
Telling their stories


Hail Mary's, Our fathers
Forgive me father
I have sinned
Through no fault of my own

They believe them now
It's in the papers
On the airwaves
It took them years
and many tears

Seamus are you there

Talk to Joe

Helen is on the line

Swish of that stick

Brutalized

Cattle in for the winter

Children left outside

Chilblains on feet
Chilblains on fingers
Chilblains Chilblains
It was so cold , Joe
My wee little fingers
Covered in blisters

The swish of that stick

Never forgive them
I'll never forgive them

Innocent little children

Suffer
Suffer
Suffer

Little children

I'll never forgive them
I'll never forgive them

Seamus are you there

The Mercy nuns
The Mercy Less

Christain brothers
And leather sticks.

Scum of the earth
Your Mother a tramp
Born out of wedlock
Good for nothing
That's what they called us

Put in through the courts
Father denied me
I'll never forgive them

Judge with the gavel
In Dublin Castle

How many do we have today

Christain brothers
We will take them
Sisters of Mercy
Have mercy on us
We need them

Down with the gavel
Take them

Joe may I come in

My childhood interrupted

Seamus are you there

I want to tell you about the
cat-o-nine-tails
Have you the time
My little sister
When she was nine

Working working
Little fingers
Making rosary beads
And doing Novenas

Talk to Joe

What is your story

Beaten before I went to school
By the young nun
My hands
My face
My legs
My whole body

The swish of that stick
I'll never forget it

When I went to school
The nuns said
Did she beat you again

Seamus are you there

Smell of the food

Shoved out in the cold

Get out

Your from the side of the road

Ask me again in twenty years
And I will tell you the same story

I'll never forgive them
I'll never forgive them
Never

These are some of their words
All mixed and jumbled up

That need their Poet Laureate

Seamus are you there
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Potabasil wrote:

Where is our Poet Laureate

 

Seamus are you there?

We need you now

 

Words mixed and jumbled up

 

Phones ringing

Emails flying

People crying

 

Joe Duffy

On crutches

Clutches the phones

For Liveline listeners

Beads of sweat

We will take a break

I can't take this

Another break

It's too painful

 

Marian

Pat

Vincent

Morning Ireland

Taking telephone calls

Lets go over to

Drive time

Olivia O'Leary

Miriam O Callaghan

Questions and Answers

Irish Times

Boston Globe

Kevin Cullen

Mary Raferty

Nell Mc Cafferty

Bruce Arnold

Heather Laskey

 

Don't mention any names

This is a pseudonym

We know who you are

 

What about the Cavan fire

 

Seamus where are you

We need you now

Words mixed and jumbled up

 

Joe may I come in

 

The Christian brothers

Nuns with no clothes

That's a bad habit

 

Where is Bono

Christy Moore

Ronnie Drew

The Dubliners

Would know what to do

 

If I should fall from

Grace with God

 

Maggie Bullen

Lizzie Ann

Paddy Doyle

River Liffey

 

Talk to Joe

 

Broadcasting Complaints

Committee

They will uphold

Apologize to the Nation

Mass graves

Around Ireland

This never happened

 

Children then

Wounded adults

Now

Telling their stories

 

 

Hail Mary's, Our fathers

Forgive me father

I have sinned

Through no fault of my own

 

They believe them now

It's in the papers

On the airwaves

It took them years

and many tears

 

Seamus are you there

 

Talk to Joe

 

Helen is on the line

 

Swish of that stick

 

Brutalized

 

Cattle in for the winter

 

Children left outside

 

Chilblains on feet

Chilblains on fingers

Chilblains Chilblains

It was so cold , Joe

My wee little fingers

Covered in blisters

 

The swish of that stick

 

Never forgive them

I'll never forgive them

 

Innocent little children

 

Suffer

Suffer

Suffer

 

Little children

 

I'll never forgive them

I'll never forgive them

 

Seamus are you there

 

The Mercy nuns

The Mercy Less

 

Christain brothers

And leather sticks.

 

Scum of the earth

Your Mother a tramp

Born out of wedlock

Good for nothing

That's what they called us

 

Put in through the courts

Father denied me

I'll never forgive them

 

Judge with the gavel

In Dublin Castle

 

How many do we have today

 

Christain brothers

We will take them

Sisters of Mercy

Have mercy on us

We need them

 

Down with the gavel

Take them

 

Joe may I come in

 

My childhood interrupted

 

Seamus are you there

 

I want to tell you about the

cat-o-nine-tails

Have you the time

My little sister

When she was nine

 

Working working

Little fingers

Making rosary beads

And doing Novenas

 

Talk to Joe

 

What is your story

 

Beaten before I went to school

By the young nun

My hands

My face

My legs

My whole body

 

The swish of that stick

I'll never forget it

 

When I went to school

The nuns said

Did she beat you again

 

Seamus are you there

 

Smell of the food

 

Shoved out in the cold

 

Get out

 

Your from the side of the road

 

Ask me again in twenty years

And I will tell you the same story

 

I'll never forgive them

I'll never forgive them

Never

 

These are some of their words

All mixed and jumbled up

 

That need their Poet Laureate

 

Seamus are you there

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Hi Bono,

Sorry about the dealy,I ahvent gone away,I was at a funeral for a friend who left this land of abuse and war,hurt by the birth of almighty blame,long robes ofdarkness sorrounded hid being,wounded are we sorrounded by shame

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