The Journal Of Darragh O’Shea
Darragh O’Shea takes a walk hence Into the cold clear night Winter has come with a vengeance Say some, ”Sure, … Continue reading The Journal Of Darragh O’Shea
Darragh O’Shea takes a walk hence Into the cold clear night Winter has come with a vengeance Say some, ”Sure, … Continue reading The Journal Of Darragh O’Shea
The world in which we live in is a horrible mess Our governments don’t give a damn, couldn’t care less … Continue reading What Price Our Children’s Future?
As the sun comes up over Dublin’s skies And seagulls shriek their horrid cries As cars and buses roar into … Continue reading Dublin’s Lost Souls