Poetic-Verses
Free at Last
Free at Last May 3,1986
Those prison walls, walls so cruel, built by that foreign land
Those walls of rock and twisted steel, deny our people this land
Why are they here, does England care, the crown and Maggie T
Those prison walls so cruel, they steal our liberty
Wit bodies bare and uncut hair, in pain my comrades lie
Human rights denied, around their body a blanket for modesty they tie
No reason for these men to be here, no crime they did commit
Forced to live in cages with their blanket and the shit
Their bodies the system does abuse with torture and deadly deed
That foreign land with Irish blood on its hand, my God did plant the seed
Eight hundred years and many deaths, how many more to come
My child's been shot, my father killed, mothers on the run
Why can't this foreign country let our land live as one
The cries are real outside these walls, the tears of those that care
On the other side, The inside of the rock and twisted steel
No scream is heard, no eye does cry, no guilt the army feel
With their torture tools to those broken bodies,the brits with joy apply
They torture innocent people, inflict pain and make them lie
Those torture tools, those British fools, why can't they understand
We will die, maybe cry, we'll say goodbye for freedom in our land
No more Irish children or parents by England's hand will die
The army with their guns and wee tin hats, make my green blood boil
With their armoured cars and death in their hand, Irish streets they soil
Inside those walls, no human rights, terrorised from day to day
They tortured my body in a very different way, to them it's a form of play
They kill the tissue, they destroy the mind, my spirit they will never reach
It hurts the foreign army with their bloody hands,their tanks and their guns
They see our Irish people, we're quite prepared to die
We've had our fill of England, "United Is The Cry"
McSweeny.Sands,McDonnell and many more did forfeit their life
This land of Ireland they left behind, God Bless their families and their kids
Those lovely Irish people, their future, their families so dear
They gave their greatest feeling, their life they sacrificed
That children of their country might live inn peace again
No father will ever be missing, no relative shot again
No tanks, no gun, no broken home, no blood our streets will see
When that day comes behind these walls, at least my mind is free
Those prison walls, those walls so cruel, built by that foreign land
Those walls of rock and twisted steel, deny our people this land
When my hour comes, that final protest, I hope I stand strong like them
They've killed my Irish body, my spirit flies again
Gerrard McGeachy
