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Poetry (me arse)

Something I recovered from sometime in 1990…

Independent Ireland

Rising from the ashes
on the words and whispered reputations
of our dead heroes,
we danced on their graves.
When we drove our masters out
we made our own chains
so we could be slaves again.
We would follow them ’til our graves.

Mark Waters marked time at 7:31 pm on July 30th, 2004 .


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