get off my ireland!
get off my island once free to roam
now it seems its your soldiers home
our martyrs proud died to resist
those bully's with an iron fist
you fight with bayonets and gun
but we still get you on the run
we fight for rights so we shout loud
but all we get is a blood soaked shroud
on hills in valleys martyrs lie
some on the hanging trees did die
so man and woman child and all
could on this island stand proud and tall
your soldiers point their guns with pride
do you not know your country lies
by saying our fight is a century of crime
and saying to us whats your is mine
our fight is with our islands traitors
there is no point that you debate us
and now this islands full of scars
filled with heroes behind bars
you came here to make us slaves
but in return you get more graves
no one will win but we'll fight on
as the father so will the son
this fight was never deemed to be
you did not have to cross the sea
but for your sin our blood still flows
don't ask us why...your country knows
if we'd been left to work things out
we would be free there is no doubt
but we are criminals so you say
you did not start it any way
if a man gets bullied he will surely fight
that is a fact whether wrong or right
so you built prisons strong and bold
but our soldiers they cant hold
this fight is with a chosen few
we've no desire to punish you
but you expect us to give way
that will not happen friend....no way
you are welcome here and always will be
but not your soldiers who try to kill me
we will suffer agony and pain
until this land is free again
while you sleep peacefully in your bed
our once green land is tainted red
and till this war you started can cease
this island never will see peace
By waspoetiklicence
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