Romantic Ireland’s Lazarus Jape

Remember when they limit your ability to speak,

People had to die to earn your five-day week.

The status quo, remains just so, if nobody objects,

Brazen burglarising that insults your intellect.

Though I love a pumping party, I was never less excited,

For the parties up in Dublin t’which I’ve never been invited,

Political and critical, of the people, not the state,

The state we’re in, how maudlin, they sneer with unmasked hate.

Remember through the hardship and the hunger and the pain,

The necessary austerity, the laws and lows, insane.

Remember when they limit your ability to speak,

People had to die to earn your five-day week.