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Ireland

Land of pain

 

and complaints

 

teaching it's young

 

the miserable lessons of failure

 

and injustice that went cruelly mad.

 

 

 

An island

 

with rugged shores

 

that turn in

 

on it's own populace.

 

 

 

Rising.

 

genuflecting

 

and falling 'fatefully'

 

again

 

into the puddles

 

of it's own demise.

 

 

 

All that remains

 

is an emerald sadness

 

filled with living ghosts.

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Nov 8, 2010
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