Ceaseless Endless

 

I wait in a hole

A hole of filth

Murderer of the innocent

Innocent of tradition

Ignorant two-faced hypocrites

Both them and me and my people

I shall slaughter British bastards

And they will execute in return

A nameless war continues

Little kids shot in the head

Little kids fire back

Belligerent ignorant

Generations of hate

And civilizations of disgust

 

Green of the lush forests

Clovers and trees and bushes

Rivers of mirroring sky and sun

Moss of a rock nestled around

Green of Ireland

White of the joyous people

Clouds and rocks and mice

Eyes roaming from site to site

Lichen betwixt the hills of country

White of Ireland

Orange of the blazing sunlight

Foxes and flowers and leaves

Rosy cheeks of jolly many

Fungus smothering the streams

Orange of Ireland




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