Universal Struggle
27th May 2010, 21:31
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The Rhythm Of Time
There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leadened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’
Bobby sands was an Irish Freedom Fighter, who starved himself to death for the cause of a 32 county socialist republic.
Along with
Vol. Bobby Sands, IRA
Vol. Francis Hughes, IRA
Vol. Patsy O’Hara, INLA
Vol. Raymond McCreesh, IRA
Vol. Joe McDonnell, IRA
Vol. Martin Hurson, IRA
Vol. Kevin Lynch, INLA
Vol. Kieran Doherty, IRA
Vol. Thomas McElwee, IRA
Vol. Michael Devine, INLA
Bobby sands is the spirit of struggle, He epitomized the rebelious Volunteer, who at the cost of his young life, fought the Imperialists, first with the IRA, then, in the Maze prison, with the only weapon left, his Body and his mind.
Bobby sands was burnt out of his house on Bombay Street, along with many other nationalists, he was repressed by the invaders Army and suffered the loss of his culture and language, as most Irish have.
He placed great importance on Irish people, learning to read and write in Irish, he was also a great novelist and poet.
His funeral was the largest ever on the Island of Ireland.
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Sands
5 May 81
66 days
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Hughes
12 May 81
59 days
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O’Hara
21 May 81
61 days
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McCreesh
21 May 81
61 days
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McDonnell
8 July 81
61 days
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Hurson
13 July 81
46 days
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Lynch
1 Aug 81
71 days
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Doherty
2 Aug 81
73 days
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McElwee
8 Aug 81
62 days
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Devine
20 Aug 81
60 days
The Rhythm Of Time
There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leadened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’
Bobby sands was an Irish Freedom Fighter, who starved himself to death for the cause of a 32 county socialist republic.
Along with
Vol. Bobby Sands, IRA
Vol. Francis Hughes, IRA
Vol. Patsy O’Hara, INLA
Vol. Raymond McCreesh, IRA
Vol. Joe McDonnell, IRA
Vol. Martin Hurson, IRA
Vol. Kevin Lynch, INLA
Vol. Kieran Doherty, IRA
Vol. Thomas McElwee, IRA
Vol. Michael Devine, INLA
Bobby sands is the spirit of struggle, He epitomized the rebelious Volunteer, who at the cost of his young life, fought the Imperialists, first with the IRA, then, in the Maze prison, with the only weapon left, his Body and his mind.
Bobby sands was burnt out of his house on Bombay Street, along with many other nationalists, he was repressed by the invaders Army and suffered the loss of his culture and language, as most Irish have.
He placed great importance on Irish people, learning to read and write in Irish, he was also a great novelist and poet.
His funeral was the largest ever on the Island of Ireland.
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/sands.jpeg
Sands
5 May 81
66 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/hughes.jpeg
Hughes
12 May 81
59 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/ohara.jpeg
O’Hara
21 May 81
61 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/mccreesh.jpeg
McCreesh
21 May 81
61 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/mcdonnell.jpeg
McDonnell
8 July 81
61 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/hurson.jpeg
Hurson
13 July 81
46 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/lynch.jpeg
Lynch
1 Aug 81
71 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/doherty.jpeg
Doherty
2 Aug 81
73 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/mcelwee.jpeg
McElwee
8 Aug 81
62 days
http://larkspirit.com/hungerstrikes-content/pics/devine.jpeg
Devine
20 Aug 81
60 days