by Anne Irwin
The world comes tumbling down
When sense is toppled from its crown
By tic-toc gasúns who give lip
To the common citizenship,
Their insecurities fed with hate
By their misogynistic mates
Whose manipulation is so smart
It persuades a disconnect from heart
These influencers with cliched isms
foster dark divisive schisms
Their fast talk is only screed
fueled by commercial greed
Young searchers on social media
Think these are the world’s encyclopedia
Their narcissism and intensity
Muddle up young men’s identity
Respect for women is considered lame
By this world that’s seeking fame.
But old goats have more to tell
A depth of experience in their well.
They know that warriors of old
Could outpace an elk while poems they told
And Cú Chulainn’s men would give battle
The length of Ireland for their cattle
While composing a romantic ditty
Seeded in a heart strong and gritty
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You can see our world is going insane
It’s upside down and in terrible pain.
Young men meet your elders face to face
And learn that this is not a race.
That male and female kept in balance
Accesses more profound intelligence.
So speak words to protect our planet
Don’t hide behind like a frightened rabbit
In the vain dazzling lights
of these power mongering gobshites
The motto now is conservation
All this effort needs your cooperation
Ancient wisdom is contained
in the song of thrush and the pouring rain.
