Green Fields

Tell me of the Easter fields.

Tell me of the martyrs,
Untamed by rope and chains
and whips,
Broken from their cages.

Tell me of the rebels,
Youth bridled with rifles and
saddled with green dreams,
Grizzled and mauled by a
cold-eyed dog.

Tell me of Connolly and
Pearse and
MacDonagh and
MacBride –

Tell me,
heroic rebels,
of the Easter fields.

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