Freedom for my fellow countrymen
Remembering that Ireland only became a Republic in 1948,
only then, when the English Governor vacated his seat,
was Ireland able to focus itself on what really mattered.
When I was a small child “going home” like all children travelling
on the Irish ferries,— cattle boats my older sister said —
we became smugglers, food wrapped under our coats.
Ireland was struggling, and we played our small part
to help our families through bitterly hard times,
for England did not entirely let go its grasping hold.
It is a lesson to be remembered as we consider
Wales’ future as a people and a new country.
England will not be a comfort in our time of need.
Here we are a disordered people
Living in a disordered land,
Living in disordered times.
And this disorder is from others lies.
Let’s go about changing all that.
In this new land, this new Wales,
let’s have done with English politicians
parachuting in, parading themselves,
spinning their Brexit lies, a matter,
after all, that is no concern of ours.
It is a conspiracy inflicted by “little Englanders”
forever dreaming of lost causes,
old wars they are still fighting
and an Empire based on slavery
they crave and badly yearn to regain.
In this new land, let’s have an end to food banks.
If there’s a fight for freedom,
let there be a fight for decency.
There’s a fight for friendship too!
We must look beyond our borders now.
We must search other borders for our friends.
It is what Wales has always done.
We must hold others hands.
We must break out, break down
old prejudices, narrow conceits.
We must walk away, walk tall, walk again,
in this new land, this new Cymru.