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A Martyrs Prayer

As I stand on your Earth below
I beseech thee in prayer to make it so
That if I die in a foreign land, or
Be it by my brothers hand.
Take me back, so I may lay
With the hope to rise another day.

When Judgement comes, and
My body Thou raise
Free me, Lord. So I may gaze
So, in death, if not life
I may see
Ireland, Dear Ireland
Forever free.

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A poster I saw in Lisburn, outside Belfast: "Free Occupied Ireland! For Unoccupied Ireland Please Ring Land Agent." It was light humour in 1986 if you were there where humour was the only thing that kept you from going insane. Cheers, Eoghan
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When was Ireland ever "free"?

Not for many a century.

Did you get the poem at all? I can take commentary, but cynicism? No, Ireland has never been truly at peace and reunification still seems a long way off, if ever, that was what was implied in the poem. It implied that it may only be free after Judgement Day.

author comment

What is there "to get"??? How is my comment in any way cynical? It's an observation, nay, a sad statement of fact. However, thanks to the stupidity of Brexit, Ireland is getting nearer each month to reunification. Which is the only good thing to come out of Brexit.

I have no idea what "Judgement Day" might or might not be. Nor do I care.

Best wishes


This verse is typically emotional. It spreads goosebumps in my skins.
I felt it.

"Poetic license
the poets
the free will to
embroider a good tale
and deviate from the established rules of language"~Jackweb

I "get it" . There are a few things I'd change were I the author but they would have only made the poem different not better

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