FAMINE TO FEAST

This island so green from sea to ocean
Beyond the pale in perpetual motion
Is free embodied yet in disguise
The white boys hide behind blacked out eyes

Where potato crops failed the rain offered blight
A sympathy of others as more died each night
In famine starvation yet in ignorance
Now standing on the cusp of pure providence

The golfing the yachting all objects of wealth
Are traded exchanged for poor literary health
From O’Casey to Yeats from Collins to Russell
The Celtic tiger once more flexed her muscle

Now feasting on the beast of capitalism
Without concepts of a future vision
Is lost like all the other sheep of the union
Beyond compare and in confusion

This Emerald jewel from crag to mountain
The other worlds door through natures fountain
Is flowing freely but in disregard
For the poorest ones when the days get hard

This notion this dream from Howth to Sneem
The offering up of thickest cream
In hope desperation then resignation
The rising from the ashes of the Irish Nation