come out ye Black ‘n’ Tans
ye self-despising slaves to the crown
come out and fight me like a man
I pity thee—Mercury to the Union Jack
cowering behind blinding flares that never
cease to illuminate the British Empire.
Sympathetic Mercury—suppliant
to the tempest knees of Jove—what good
is sympathy when ******* by cowardice?
open the flood-gates for the hand
of Jove to press a cage upon
the misted shores na hÉireann.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
come out ye Black ‘n’ Tans
ye self-despising slaves to the crown
come out and fight me like a man
I pity thee—Mercury to the Union Jack
cowering behind blinding flares that never
cease to illuminate the British Empire.
Sympathetic Mercury—suppliant
to the tempest knees of Jove—what good
is sympathy when ******* by cowardice?
open the flood-gates for the hand
of Jove to press a cage upon
the misted shores na hÉireann.
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