Poem on Martin Corey

Poem for Martin Corey

Got this from the release Martin Corey Facebook page, dont know who the author is but it is an amazing poem. Those of you that dont follow my blog, Martin Corey has been interned by the British despite court ruling for three years now, simply for being an unrepentant Irish Republican. This poem expresses the spirt of the man, still unbroken and unapologetic for wanting his country to be free.
 Written by  Tarlach MacDhomnaill

I’ll shed no tears for who I am,
It’s no mans to betray
so you wont hear remorse or woe
from my prison cell today,

And for this stance I served my woe
back in another time
in another prison’s yard I walked
with hopes and dreams of mine

… Should I repent for what was done
when what was done was right ?
when we fought wrong and suffered long
as day rolls in to night

Apologise or feel regret
for rising of our knees?
and giving all our youths in faith
so others may run free?

I tried to live as man should live,
beyond the walls of Gaol,
but I roared back -of course I did
when I heard injustice wail,

but did no wrong to any man
nor broke no british law
and yet the British came for me
and oul comrades never saw?

3 years i’ve walked this Prison’s yard
its nothing new no more,
I walked another prisons yard
with the same belief before,

It wasn’t walked for Stormont,
Civil rights was not the goal
It was walked for the Republic
not a viceroys border poll,

Interned I am by licence,
an example made of me
to keep manners on old rebels
who don’t want to walk with me

indefinate detention for being who I am,
ex-combatant, ex long kesh and current unbowed Irish man
so instead of feigned repentance
lets refuse to wear their shame
and proudly work to see me free -
Martin Corey is my name

A Terrible Beauty called Marian Price

"That woman's days were spent


In ignorant good-will,


Her nights in argument


Until her voice grew shrill.


What voice more sweet than hers


When, young and beautiful,


She rode to harriers?


This man had kept a school


And rode our winged horse;


This other his helper and friend


Was coming into his force;


He might have won fame in the end,


So sensitive his nature seemed,


So daring and sweet his thought.


This other man I had dreamed


A drunken, vainglorious lout.


He had done most bitter wrong


To some who are near my heart,


Yet I number him in the song;


He, too, has resigned his part


In the casual comedy;


He, too, has been changed in his turn,


Transformed utterly:


A terrible beauty is born.



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Too long a sacrifice


Can make a stone of the heart.


O when may it suffice?


That is Heaven's part, our part


To murmur name upon name,


As a mother names her child


When sleep at last has come


On limbs that had run wild.


What is it but nightfall?


No, no, not night but death;


Was it needless death after all?


For England may keep faith


For all that is done and said.


We know their dream; enough


To know they dreamed and are dead;


And what if excess of love


Bewildered them till they died?


I write it out in a verse -


MacDonagh and MacBride


And Connolly and Pearse


Now and in time to be,


Wherever green is worn,


Are changed, changed utterly:


A terrible beauty is born. "





Two verses from the Poem,





A Terrible Beauty is Born





WB Yeats





This CAUSE now calls on ALL people and political parties including Provisional Sinn Fein to UNITE and ACTIVELY support Peace with Justice along with the immediate end to political internment .





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FREE INTERNED INNOCENT IRISH ANGEL IN BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND








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