Motherland Ill tell you a story centuries of tears a colonial conquest of the land I love dear Set on this island of emerald green The most beautiful place on this earth that Ive seen, Motherland, First came the Norman henchmen of Rome They laid down foundations for what was to come Centuries of torment, unleashed from the vatican Swept over the land where the druid did roam, Motherland They came here in longboats from the breast of the Arctic Determined to plunder all that they could see Demons of Odin, a wrath of destruction your children endured as they fought to be free They raped you and burned you, brutalized and sold you Tore out your heart, tried to cut out your tongue In the centuries that followed they attempted to crush you But you banished them well Motherland that I love, Motherland. The Sons of Perfidious Albion came and with them brought centuries of darkness and shame Your children rebelled but thousands were slain So the next generation attempted the same Then the next generation, and the next generation The next generation and the next generation Past generations, this generation, the next generation Tell me which generation, Motherland? Your warrior poets lay in their h-block cells In agony starving against Thatchers hell two hundred and seventeen days without food until each of them perished for your greater good Outside of that hell hole blood ran through the streets As your children did battle the colonial beast A baptism of fire, carnage and fear did reign oer the Gael in those darkest of years, Motherland Chorus; Mother land that I love, Motherland that I love your children have given their lifes blood for you Mother land that I love, Motherland that I love Tell me how could a love for a land be so true, be so true? Now corrupt politicians and bankers galore Have brought our economy down to the floor Their wretched treachery put us to auction But we wont be sold, or be told, we are true, Motherland And so the legacy still lingers on How long will it take for this fight to be won? Patsy Black, James Connolly and young Bobby Sands Many sons and daughters fell for you my dear Motherland Written today, 14th May 2014, Pol Mac Adaim .
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 09:36:47 +0000