Boat To NY

Boat To NY

A Poem by Andy Leavy
"

Tá ár lá taghta.

"
Tiocfaidh ar la agus shábháil ár bpáistí
I can say that but my ancestors couldn't
Unless they wanted to be the end of your bullet
But I guess you needed some sauce for that stolen food. Profit before people, if they don't bleed Brit let them bleed, right?

When you leave, death doesn't.
My northern brothers fall by my hand
And their southern ones by theirs.
Your students will never learn about this pain
So f**k the Brits, and know that I mean that.
They turn a blind eye while we are forced to watch.
Our revenge lays in the laughter of our children.

Unlike our food, they can't take that.
Unlike our language, they can't take that.

Our revenge stands strong, our laughter loud and our pride unbroken.

Erin Go Breagh and f**k the crown.

© 2019 Andy Leavy


Author's Note

Andy Leavy
Boris Johnson is a mad cunt, isn't he?

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Andy Leavy
Andy Leavy

Ardee, Louth, Ireland



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