we the irish republican army, during the troubles
had to become traitors
as the ****'s had infused by language and wisdoms
into our wealth of nations, capitalism's lesson of **** presence
allowing our honor to be taken
i repeat taken
losing what appears to be our women
social welfare language
and controlled was the light, inside of one
i am an army of one
and another as one, the poetry of a united kingdom

never british ruled