Future Hope
Ancestral country of my dearest kin
I come,
Unprejudiced, with liberal intent;
Peace I bear in my hands.
My heart aches at your misery and shock.
My eyes
Weep for your desolate despair.
I sense your moidered hurt.
My death upon your bloodied land would bring
Neither
Your factions’ failure nor success to you –
It would not signify –
Else would I gladly bleed. I am part you,
For I
Have sired five Anglo-Irishmen
As my posterity.
Ancestral country of my dearest kin,
Be still!.
Calm your fierce passions which stir so much grief
And futile bitterness.
I pray for peacefulness to fill your heart
Founded
On reasoned tolerance and love.
There lies your future hope!
