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Oct 2014
On a cold winter’s night with the streets dark and still,
We converged at the Pillar with a plan and a will.
We placed sticks of dynamite Around and inside-
enough to send Lord Nelson upon his last ride.
In the wee hours of morning The fuses were lit.
We ran like mad devils so we wouldn’t get hit.
The concussive explosion made Lord Nelson fly.
Many windows were shattered, But nobody died.
It was fifty years on since our brothers in arms
Had proclaimed the Republic For which so many died.
The skyline’s been altered To reflect Erin’s pride.
The might Brit hero Will never again
Lord it over our Dublin Or free Irish men.
in the early morning hours of 0/08/66, members of the Irish REpublican Army blew up t\Nelson's Pillar. a monument in honor of the Admiral's victory over the Fresnch and Spanish at Trafalgar.


It was the 50th anniversay of the Easter rising in 1916
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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