Poetry that rose from the Hunger Strikes

"The earth gave up her dead that tide,
Into our camp he came,
And said his say, and went his way,
And left our hearts aflame.

Keep tally on the gun butt score,
The vengeance we must take,
When God shall bring full reckoning,
For our dead comrades sake."

A few verses from Kipling, A favourite of sands.

"Through struggle and pain,
Thar bron agus gra,
We will see the light,
Tiocfaidh ar la."

A poem from S.J.C.