My empathy heart bounces
when I see meet or hear the
voice of refugees in my land.

History repeats itself as tides
currents and flows of time are
echoes that we cannot forget.

in 1847 a million left our land
to be scattered on four corners
of the globe (unable to return).

But a million of those who had
to stay died of famine starvation
induced by the British colonisers.

I gaze at Gaza Palestine and see
my history live and dead on the
television, "Welcome to Ireland"