The Rest is History by Seán Maguire
In October sixty eight, rumbling
voices marched in peaceful
droves, beaten with batons, in iron
Rally cries for allies, won favour
in urban streets and village lanes.
Homes emptied of angry feet,
there was no appetite for defeat.
Unfree citizens got off their knees,
feeding leaves on virgin trees.
Beneath, Britannia’s crushing hands
centuries of unsettled scores,
shot to the fore. Midwives, of brutal plans
fed infant rebels, in two’s and three’s.
The rest is history!
© Seán Maguire October 2018
With many thanks to: Seán Maguire poet/writer for the original posting.