Lost Ireland

Posted on Jul 5, 2012


I can’t believe my poor
old Ireland
Lost in its own success
The Celtic tiger roars
no more
Stilled by her
leaders all

Her fields are quiet
as farmers struggle
Pubs and bars with
shutters up
Small towns are empty
Can you not hear the
ghosts of the departed?

Families torn apart
by all that befalls them
No money or jobs anymore
All gone and cutbacks
in force
The worst in living memory
they have seen

Ireland once more empties
as it’s done many
times before
Leaving only the old
To think on times past
And the future of lost Ireland

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