Poetic-Verses
The Cry From The Streets
The Cry From The Streets May 1987
No peace without freedom is the cry from the street
The spirit of freedom they will never defeat
We fight for independence as we walk our troubled way
We join hands and fight together for tomorrow that other day
Eight men of Ireland were slaughtered by English lead
The Loughall martyrs had bullet marks deep in their head
No different than Connolly's death, to be shot upon a chair
The men of Ireland did not live to be killed by a British gun
Crown forces created a killing zone, they murdered them one by one
Civilians were killed in this ambush by the thoughtless bullets of death
To be on the street means you're guilty? In Ireland it's not allowed
The weapons of death that the brits display, the world don't understand
To be shot as a child, to be killed as a mother, a father deprived of his rights
To be butchered by Thatchers army, Loughall had no chance
No peace without freedom is the cry from the street
The spirit of freedom they will never defeat
We fight for our independence as we walk our troubled way
We join hands and fight together for tomorrow that other day
Gerrard McGeachy
