The Irish Dayglow Jailbird

Margaretta D’Arcy
Whatever happened to the democratic right to protest, to hold opinions to be the owner and keeper of your word? The jailing of this 79 year-old woman, is a travesty beyond all decency. We are all morally culpable in her incarceration.

This is my song for her.

The Drone

They see it in the sky,
The black dot of death, on the retina of the eye;
And swooping, like a hawk, the payload of the drone
That rises from the earth to bring these “martyrs” home.

They try to justify,
The easy kill, collateral damage they deny;
They say its just some lefty whinging story
So they invent the need, the reason and the glory.

No flag is big enough
To cover up; no administration able to rebut
The shame — to which a nation’s forced to lend its name
And no shoulders wide enough to bare the awful blame.

We see them on the earth
The poor and wasted people, who live in want and dearth;
And who will cry real tears for them, who will make a fuss?
But the question we must ask: is who will cry for us?
— © Frank Callery.