Those Lives Blighted
Once, in Ireland one million died
and we’re still counting.
One million fled
for their lives
and we’re still counting.
Equivalent to the population
of Gaza
before
the avalanche
of violence
spread so thickly
it destroyed all
in its paths.
And its paths were everywhere,
rubble strewn deep as an Irish bog.
And before
the aftermath
when starvation ruled the land.
So Ireland knows how it feels
in the depth of its turf,
in the depth of its being,
its rock, its stones,
its body filled bogs,
its bleached bones
it knows the story
and knows that
change comes
only
with survival
survival first
then change
one step at a time.
And history shows its time
to stand against
the maneuvers
of the powerful.
For Ireland knows
how lives are blighted.
Author: Lunn White
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