The good men of 1916

During history, people come and go. Some of them are worth remembering; either because their thoughts were revolutionary and new or because they were good people, who believed in the goodness of people, and faught injustice with all the means they had. Some people just knew the right way, wouldn't sit still and watch friends, family or just fellow countryman die by the hand of men that used force to suppress the dream of freedom. These men you can find all over the world, the suppresser and the fridomfighter.

These men, that gave their life for their homeland, will always be remembered through tales and songs. Today, let's remember those who died during the Easter rising, 1916. You may say that we should remember them only on the actual day, but I say: Let us see the history everyday, because we are a part of it. History isn't just yesterday, but also today and tomorrow. History knows no boundaries, and cannot be put into a box, hidden from the sunlight.

Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.

So let us remember them as long as we live. They woke the dream again for the Irish, a dream that still lives and flourish.
1 minute of silence for:

James Connolly
Patrick Pearse
Thomas Clarke
Thomas MacDonagh
Sean MacDermott
Joseph Plunkett
Eamonn Ceannt

Erin go Bragh!