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Why Play With Words, England? Post by :jimbray Category :Poems Author :Edward Doyle Date :July 2011 Read :1554

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Why Play With Words, England?

Why play with words? There never can be peace
Till Ireland is set free. One might as well
Expect the great Arch-angel rest in Hell
And genuflect to Satan's blasphemies,
As Erin's spirit that, for centuries,
Has been aloft with God in virtue, sell,
Like Esaw, her birthright, and not rebel,
But to her home's invaders, bend her knees.

Her spirit is no norbury Banshee--
To wail and, then, to vanish. She will stand
With lifted flambeau, lighted by the hand
That lights the stars, till she again is free,
Inspiring normal man in every land
With love of Freedom, by her scorn of thee.

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Edward Doyle's poem: Why Play With Words, England?

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Look! British fury that, barraging, lights Up Irish skies, like pathways down to hell, Doubles its fire to reach our land as well, Where Freedom's Wardens cry from justice' heights: "'Tis Deicide to murder Human Rights. Stop foul God-slaughter where to not rebel, In order to develop and excel, Were God in man, succumbed to age-longed blights." Where Heavenward rose the God in man of old, Staunch stand these Wardens. Sleepless, they

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All hail to those who, through the stormy night, Make Liberty the light on Erin's coast; Who, ceaseless, send up sparks; who hold their post On each and every ledge of Human Right, Forming a beacon blaze from base to height Where Erin's hope may steer and land its host. Look, Human Nature! Where else canst thou boast To the eternal stars, so grand a sight? Look! How men there ennoble human kind