Michael Collins

A volunteer in his nations struggle,
Another soldier in the G.P.O.,
The rising failed - our leaders captured,
The English grip would not let go.
But Michael would return to lead us,
In our fight to re-claim our lands,
The I.R.B. will march victorious,
For they shall have the upper hand.

He railled men from far ans wide,
To join the rebellion that lay ahead,
His murder squad was formed in earnest,
The secret service soon lay dead.
In reprisal the British army killed,
Innocent people watching a hurling game,
That day would become a turning point,
Irish psyche would never be the same.

The customs house was set on fire,
The I.R.B. became the I.R.A.,
The time was nigh to call a cease-fire,
July 1th would be that day.
De Valera, our elected president,
Knew a republic he would not get,
He sent Collins to meet the British,
He sent Collins to his death!

The British treaty was signed by Collins,
A free state was all they would give,
A step towards independence,
Is better that a war we cannot win.
Many people did not agree with him,
Civil war split the country in two,
Michael would die from an Irish bullet,
He gave his best, what more could he do?

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