By John Fairclough
Stood with honour against the foe,
‘Twas decided that he had to go.
They couldn’t break his steely will
So threw him into Clover Hill.
No trial, no chance to plead his case,
The powers that be, their laws debase.
As days then weeks turned into months
Refused to bow down to the cunts.
When basic rights so hard fought won
Are trampled thus, then we’ve begun
To cede our fragile democracy
To faceless banking kleptocracy
So, people let us come together
And try to make our Ireland better
Stand together behind this tenet
And help to free Stephen Bennett.