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They Pointed Their Guns


They Pointed Their Guns June 23, 2017

He died with violence on his chair of death
 They pointed their guns and shot to his breast
 His body damaged by bullets from hell
 Our Irish martyr is here to stay
 He closed his eyes as the world cried
 No gain for the killers, England's shame
 Powerful invasion needs more than a gun
 Outlaw our culture, the struggle begun
 Cromwell to Thatcher, God bless Bobby Sands
 Connolly died as the free world cried
 The word reached America, human rights denied
 The American Irish with American blacks
 Slave ships from England stole people to trade
 The empire has crumbled, no blacks to trade
 Supported Connolly and the Irish cause
 The struggle continued, they killed many more
 Killings still happen, hidden away
 The Irish struggle is won, a nation again
 Remember James Connolly and Irish people that died
 Ireland united together as one
 He died with violence on his chair of death
 They pointed their guns and shot to his breast

Gerrard McGeachy


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They Pointed Their Guns

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