We’ve been running around in circles
We’ve been running without stop
We face you with our wasted youth,
A brave façade to hide the truth
Our sickle cell anaemic smiles
Our plasticine features
And our guts full of bile
You carved our path out for us
And forged it in borrowed gold
But you paved it over quicksand
Never leaving us a foot hold
We’re dancing through the air it seems
Pivoting in one place
Trying to find a tiny part of this fabled elusive rat race
You see
Your superseded greed conceded us to a broken future
And we’ve crawled our way through shattered glass
While you’re still ripping at our sutures
You never give us time to heal
You just…
Pick
And pick
And pick
And tear off the scab that you helped form and
Leave a wound for us to lick
See we’re still running around in circles
We’ll be running until we drop
Running running always running
We’re never going to stop
Running with the bones of the Celtic tiger
We uncovered them in the lost and found
The lost children of Eire
Our country run to ground
By the needs and greed of those before us,
By the wants and whims and sin
Of the blinkered single vision
That you dug our graves within.
and now here we are,
the leanaí na hÉireann
gluing the pieces back in place
of a nation torn asunder
and now bereft of grace.
See we’re running around in circles
Around the chalk outlines that you drew
Around my generations future
We are lost because of you
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