Michilín Mhíc Fheargail
Got this through Michilín Mhíc Fheargail: Aidan Hulme has been transferred to the hospital over the last few days, his foot and hand had swollen to great length we think he has caught septicemia as currently on medication through IV’s……His health is deteriorating daily and he should not be returned back to Portlaoise!!
Disgraceful conditions this man is being allowed to exist in .. Portlaoise neglect is nothing new and Aiden should be freed immediately.. — with Michilín Mhíc Fheargail
End State Neglect in Portlaoise – Free Aiden Hulme!
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Jason Ceulemans (41), Damien Harkin (48) and Neil Hegarty (48) pleaded not guilty to possessing “an explosively formed projectile-type improvised device” with intent to endanger life on December 6 last year. Ceulemans, of Lecky Road, Harkin, of Westland Avenue, and Hegarty, of Sackville Court, also denied having the device under suspicious circumstances and possessing two walkie-talkies and a torch for terrorist purpose. The arraignment on a count of conspiring together to cause an explosion was adjourned for legal applicatins to be heard. Previous court hearings have been told that an explosively formed projectile is a special type of shaped charge designed to penetrate armour effectively at distances and that such devices are uusually fired by rocket. The device was found in a car stopped by police in Derry’s Creggan area. Judge David McFarland remanded all three defendants back into custody until their trial, due to take place in November.
With many thanks to : The Irish News.
Óglaigh Na HÉireann
A simple stroke of pen and ink by simple men who failed to think
(or thinking failed to pay due heed to consequence and future need)
has left in wake of smile and speech a lesson for our sons to teach
of how a leader must not be: all money-mad and moral-free.
For future generations cringe when thinking back upon this binge
of glutton-driven money greed so blind to children’s children’s needs.
And every passing douring day, another dreamer fades away
as poisoned progress has its way and businessmen decide our fates.
Well mór bhur nair! Mór bhur nair, ye whose pens have brought this fire!
Mór bhur nair! Mór bhur nair, ye who’ve sold the heart of Eire!
Mór bhur nair ye ministers: who’ve trampled and dishonored her!
Mór bhur nair ye businessmen: who sold her soul for silver yen!
Mór bhur nair ye Síocháin Gaurds: who’ve left for dead your sacred charge!
Mór ár nair we sleeping bards: who’ve withheld aoirs and blunted barbs!
Now’s no time for seeing-short, nor money-hoarding last-resorts.
These issues of both time and space: of travelling and fair Tara’s face;
Have and can be swift resolved; this controversy can dissolve:
By listening to the people’s pleas for future generations’ needs.
Let conscience lead you, Leaders- Think! A simple stroke of pen and ink
Can open up the Iron Road to carry families safely home,
And save that now embattled place, preserving Tara’s sacred space.
To do what’s right is often hard, for moneyed men will scoff and barb,
But heroes never came to be by bowing down to money greed.
I beg you, take the rocky road: prove your souls are yet unsold.
Save your honor and your name; not for money, power or fame;
But simple love of doing right: to end a wasteful, foolish fight;
And be, in darkness, yet a Light.
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Irish Republican History & Remembrance.
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
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
For I’ve given more than passing thought to those
who sit upon opportunity (like vultures watching,
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
They shear our heads and beards and with
disinfectant and the heavy brush, they wash out
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,
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
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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