Eire Revolution

"Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity."
-- Sean O'Casey

I feel the revolution as a train

that thunders on through Eire's sodden moor;

the whistle shrieks a cry that warns of pain

vibrations carry prophecies of war.

The revolution's coming with a cry

set burning by a nation's rage and ire;

on tracks unbending, one cannot deny

its courage as it follows fate to fire

The revolution rumbles on past Fionn

and carries with it, all along the way,

the memories of battles that have been

and crying out to golden Dealan-Dè.

But Dealan-Dè is dancing with the sidhe;

the revolution damned to history.


note: "Fionn" is pronounced "Finn"