Ireland unfreed Poems and verses written in the early months of 1921 by Sir William Watson |
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TO THE PRIME MINISTER
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TO THE PRIME MINISTER
(The Rt. Hon. D. Lloyd George)
When France was flame, and Belgium ashes, and whileO'er us the flying Death continually
Hung near, you rose to greatness. You were he
Who in the teeth of the enemy's might and guile
Did set a-whirring throughout all this isle
The Wheels of the Machine of Victory.
And when shall we forget it? When the Sea
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But O sad change! Chiefly, to-day, in this
Your mastery towers—that you forbear to stir
A finger, while your minions fierce and fell
Shatter doomed Ireland's homes, and build in her
A suburb of the great metropolis
Of evil and woe, whose name on earth is Hell.
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