My Ireland Stephen James Smith

My Ireland you are
The river rush,
Always fluid in flux
In need of a little hush...

My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's not hearing anything!
My Ireland is saying,
“Gra go deo” agus “slainte Diageo”.
My Ireland is reeling in the years
And not watching what’s happening now.
While so many are reining in the tears
And trying to cope somehow...
My Ireland is terrified of leaving the immersion on
And lamenting not having won the Eurovision
In God only knows how long!
My Ireland loves laughing at Ó Briain and Norton.
My Ireland is sending gifs and emojis
While waiting for absolution.
My Ireland needs
A vision, an Aisling,
To move on from:
Bacon & cabbage,
Potatoes, leprechauns,
And jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After a Queen's Noble Call
And in Dublin Castle heard
“A Úachtaráin, agus a chairde”
From auld Lizzy.