THE GREATEST HELL – BY BOBBY SANDS

 

The Greatest Hell by Bobby Sands

 

 

 

Irish Republican History & Remembrance.

The Greatest Hell by Bobby Sands.

 

There’s gaol and there’s gaol, where wretched souls

 

have been took and locked away.

There’s eight by eight tombs (concrete graves)

 

where you barely see the light of day,

Where in the winter, the long dark winter, the body

 

knows the piercing bite of cold,

And the wind (not draught) chills the heartiest man

 

and tames both brave and bold,

Where a man is forced to lie upon a mattress damp

 

and dirty upon the freezing concrete floor,

Naked apart from some filthy rags (the heart cries

 

out) the body asks”Dearest God! How much more?”

But there’s more in abundance for I’ve seen sleet

 

and snow come through the window bars and water

 

turn to ice,

And men in their dozens collapse with chills and

 

wetand tell you when they fell the cock crowed more

 

than thrice

For I’ve given more than passing thought to those

 

who sit upon opportunity (like vultures watching,

 

watching me)

And I know if it were politically expedient before,

 

the cock could crow again, set those poor men free!

Sleepless night preceded sleepless nights and

 

dreamless sleep preceded endless endless nightmare,

For day and night are perpetual wrought with hell

 

and there’s torture ,pain and torment everywhere

Time comes and time goes, but it really hasn’t went

 

at all, it’s trapped in here with me,

And if there were comfort to be found in these

 

dirty mutilated scared and filthy walls, I’d find

 

lots of sympathy,

But all there here, are contrasts, all evil and

 

cowards, cringing cowards beat men to pulp,

While prison doctors say “self-inflicted” (lick

 

your wound, my men) well, dare you call upon them

 

to consult,

They shear our heads and beards and with

 

disinfectant and the heavy brush, they wash out

 

every crack,

They try to scrub the P.O.W from your mind and

 

imprint the tag of criminal upon your back,

Doctors, Governors, chiefs and screws, there’s no

 

god’s amount of hypocrites to be found,

They who go to church on Sundays saying “Lord, I

 

love thee, Lord”as they kneel upon the ground,

And they celebrate the consecration of wine into

 

his precious blood, within that sacred cup,

Then they throw it right back into his face (when

 

only going their job) they beat the naked up,

Summer, two have gone and three more may well be

 

born and come to be,

But the sun will never bronze the ghostly skins of

 

the ghosts in this eternity

But the tombs will turn to ovens and a stifling

 

stench will cut the air.

From the decaying waste and urine, from the

 

putrifying rubbish thatlies strewn everywhere

Then they come, the pests and germs and crawling

 

things,to squat amongst the stinking mess

Creeping into your beard and hair, into the very

 

rags that you possess

And flies, Lice and Maggots breed from flies that

 

have already bred

(Stand up those who have rose in the morning, with

 

a hundred maggots in their bed)

The Brave, I’ve heard men say “would be more

 

preferable” (and perhaps that may be true)

For in this hell, you’re buried alive and there’s

 

nothing you can do,

“Will these legs ever run again, will these eyes

 

ever feast upon delight?

Do lovers still walk hand in hand, do the stars

 

still sparkle high up in the dark each night?

Is the foliage green or brown? Does the texture of

 

a leaf still feel the same?

Are there children in the morning? Will I see these

 

things again?”

Perhaps! Yes, Perhaps my eyes, my mind and heart

 

may live again to see,

But only when I leave this panoramic view of

 

darkness for the golden dream of liberty,

But do not misconstrue this, when I say “sometimes”

 

I care not what may be,

For torture is the devil I have faced, I care no

 

more just what they do to me,

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