I summon you now,
I wish to gather up my fire
I call upon you now, the flame requires
The longer can we agree to disagree?
If you claim any ounce of
Irish ancestry,
I'm calling on you, 30 % of
this so -called
Australian population,
to ignite the fire in you from
past generation.
You were shipped here
through waves of famine
and rebellion, your
DNA did not drown, you are the survivors
of oppression.
That ancestral voice inside you may
need some awakening but
as I walk this land my
God I hear your ancestors,
they're screaming, they're
screaming.
They didn't have the chance to scream out for their own injustice,
they silently
watched their own fall.
Please be the voice that they
lost and please do not
tattoo that leprechaun on your skin or
use our nation as an excuse for another
drink.
Those
Irish jokes, you know the ones, they're
not a badge of honour.
They are systematic
abuses attempt at humour.
Your
Irishness is not the green that
you garnish on
St.
Patrick's
Day.
You've been sold that so your cellular memory
may not resurface in this way.
And
please do not think that because from three
generations back you come from
Cork that I'm
your
Irish girl and therefore I'll
be what your
Australian
Irishism expects.
And you
do not get to call me your
Irish sister.
If your caller also tries to
inform me that all
lives matter and you certainly have no right to have
our gra on your cree if you do not
recognize that the killing of black bodies is a
disease a disease kind of like the potato
blight i know you know you investigated that and
learned that sometimes people take history
and rewrite rewrite it and let their narrative reign
supreme and they teach it and on and on
it goes and this we know so now we know we're not allowed
to deny that there always was and
continues to be indigenous genocide when your ancestors
famine was designed by the very same
empire.
An
Gortham
More.
An
Gortham
More.
One million starved to death on
Irish land,
choked by the crown's greedy
hand.
Two million more as refugees
discarded
as traditional landowners removed
from country.
And does this not sound familiar?
Is this not the same simply stated cry
from our indigenous brothers and sisters
can we please not be choked when in
crowned hands can we please not be
choked off our native lands
You're the daughters of rebels, you are the sons of poets,
remember who you are, your ancestors are nowhere
because you of anyone should understand
these whales of stolen generations
because they practice that shit on your
great -great -grandmother's generation.
Earl
Grey schemed a way to ship off our
fertile eight -year -old girls,
enslaved to ex -convicts to use as
their populating whores.
Coffin ships only ever landed with five out
of each ten famine body.
That's 50%, which is how much more likely
Indigenous are to be
arrested than die in custody.
Do you not hear that ancestral
cry through your
DNA?
Do you not hear your grandmother's
sister's brothers lost in this way?
The fever of families systematically torn
apart boils deep in your veins.
Do not turn away when we were all
once entangled in the same chains.
And you do not get to sing our songs,
lamenting of generations of lost children.
When you cannot sing for this land's banduka,
suck spirits kindred.
And yes, I can hear it.
It's true the
Irish were also enslaved and the no blacks,
no dogs, no
Irish attitudes
at times remains.
And yes, once we were chained and caged together
in the same prison and we were dispossessed
and beaten by the same
British colonialism.
But there came a day,
a day where your white skin did become your privilege,
your accent slightly faded
and your
Irishness somehow forgiven.
And I know the cost is that your ancestors
had to hide their culture,
but in return they were given the keys
to climb the white man's ladder,
on the rungs of the backs of their
indigenous cellmates.
That was the only way for your families
to carve out their safe space,
become the coloniser or die.
And although you've been taught you were the good coloniser,
that's a fucking lie.
There's no such thing.
The colony has to be torn apart and I'm calling on you,
I'm saying it's your duty to take part.
The indigenous are only 3 % of
this population and those claiming
Irish are 30 % and together 33 and
a third makes us a fucking revolution.
You're the daughters of rebels.
You are the sons of poets.
Remember who you are.
Your ancestors, know it.
You're the daughters of poets.
Sons of rebels.
Remember who you are.
We call you now.
Now I demand you feel into your genetic coding,
the same one you claim makes you cry when
you hear me singing.
Feel into your feet as they tap to the ceol agus crack,
and remember your ancestors paths
were once crushed under the
same union jack.
I demand you remember the tears
shed for your ancestors' stories.
I demand you hear these same cries and the modern indigenous imploring,
shame shame shame,
It has taken us this long, but unravelling is hard,
colonisation holds on strong.
You are our lost
Irish sons and daughters,
the daughters of rebels, sons of poets, you
were the agitators.
Once silenced, you now have a voice, and I'm begging you,
use it louder, and I promise
you'll make
Ireland and your ancestors even prouder.
The past few years we've danced on
forgotten jigs every time
Ireland launched itself forward,
unshackling, voting yes to freedoms by
letting the truth be heard.
Your truth has always been woven between these two
shores roots run deeply we send you strength on
Clive
Solace as yours
So whatever percentage of you feels the
Irish in your genetic claim
Honor
Ireland by launching this land forward
in yours in our name
Let us dance this dance again,
but this time alongside our freed indigenous
Selma's allies
We were from the start until so -called
Australia tried to re -educate
so I summon you now as
Irish to gather around the fire
I call upon you now to reignite
the flame now required
You're the daughters of rebels,
you are the sons of poets
Remember who you are,
your ancestors they dreamt it
You're the daughters of poets,
the sons of rebels
Remember who you are
You're our daughters,
you're our sons
Remember who you are
We call you now, we call you now
Niava mid earth nish
We call you now, we call you now
We call you now
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