The night was icy cold as i sat on the freezing steps 20 feet from the Royal Oireachtas, gleaming past the Gates of what should be my Dail Éireann of Ireland. Oh God have mercy for what I shall do as I rise in the name of my father with dignity and respect in memory of you moma. The fight for freedom against slavery, and entrapment has solely left me feeling empty inside.
After years of suffering, inflicted by the provisional political criminal cartels acting as the Irish Government. For they saved the elite banking cartel from collapse in 2008, only to enslave Irish men women and children with decades of debt, while the political elite walk free without conviction. Families working for unworthy wages, not nearly enough to feed a family and pay their mortgage or rent face eviction.
I have seen so many home repossessions authorized by the Dail (Royal Oireachtas) as I prowl the cities of Ireland. I meet more people everyday who suffered injustice at the hands of the courts operating inside the free-state and the North of Ireland. For I hear many a story of those who put-up a fight for their homes in prime without committing a crime. Suppressed by the courts, and evicted by members of Garda Síochána accompanied by private security for the benefit of the elite banking cartel.
Quivers run up my spine, while i sit here cold alone and crying. I watch my country around me enslaved once again by the corrupt political cartel. Oh moma, moma how I wish you could hold and comfort me. I know these awful things I have to do, but when the war on freedom has been won, I promise to put down my gun; for 100 years has passed, nothing has been won, yet British and now European extortion continues to exploit us Irish folk… no more for we will rise united together we fight once again.
For I remorse, my father died in combat while fighting for freedom in the days of the troubles. For you father; I will fight in your honor, as I lay here cold but sheltered, no longer hungry nor thirsty; for you i live to fight and reside in good company of old comrades. Yet I remain angry at my fellow Irish people whom have forgotten about the soldiers of 1916 who once fought a war for freedom, so us Irish could provide for each other and live in equality, with harmony and peace – finally free of British rule.
We considered ending it with ‘Tiocfaidh ár lá’, but our day has already come.