Curse to the corrupt

marabhfuil

The very name of the land in which we live be banned to the lips of those who currently are and have prostituted and spat upon the very soul of the dream that was Eire, Banba, Fodla, Inis Fail, may all of her names be as splintered glass upongst the tongue of those bastards of a foreign greed who have her cowered in a corner, belittled by their insultatious treatment of her and laughing into her face after raping her...

Ireland betrayed
Ireland beaten
Ireland sold out from beneath us
Ireland torn
Ireland despised
Ireland bruised
Ireland thrown down in the muck of the road

i tell out now to all of this land and to all to come... the art ,the literature, the soul, the words, the dreams, the magic, the righteousness, the breath, the laughter, the night-time-visions, the hills, the rivers, the forests, the trees, the air, the life, the people, the ceili, the craic, the damhsa mor faoin gheallach na chroi gleoite, an coir, an ceart, an fharraige, na daoine mhaithe, laidreacht na sinsear caite, na gaiscaiocht, the rocks, the soil blood lain us down from whence we to be fed and to be each others feeders, the song she sings in the waterfalls, the oak, the haws, broc, breac brice briathrach, the heather, the mossy dry stone walls, the bog, fia, preachain, the ogham, the silver knowledge, and the houses wherein our ancestors sowed the seed that sprouts in our imaginations the beauty and the vision of that what she were to become to they who embrace each other within her shawl... that the all, and the unknown of this land, that she had to offer to your mind and to your soul and to your very own children to come, is as to yee lost to yee who have made of her a whore to your own self-gain.

Yee who deprive children of a mother, a sister-guide, a light of generous prosperity, read here and know in these here words something of what have yee bastards of a foreign greed forever forgone and banished from your coveted lands...