" You don't get to be Racist and Irish " and " What Colour is God's skin "

Imelda May has released a new poem, written in response to the events of recent days - read You Don't Get To Be Racist And Irish , and read the text below...

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You don’t get to be racist and Irish

You don’t get to be proud of your heritage,

plights and fights for freedom

while kneeling on the neck of another!

You’re not entitled to sing songs

of heroes and martyrs

mothers and fathers who cried

as they starved in a famine

Or of brave hearted

soft spoken

poets and artists

lined up in a yard

blindfolded and bound

Waiting for Godot

and point blank to sound

We emigrated

We immigrated

We took refuge

So cannot refuse

When it’s our time

To return the favour

Land stolen

Spirits broken

Bodies crushed and swollen

unholy tokens of Christ, Nailed to a tree

(That) You hang around your neck

Like a noose of the free

Our colour pasty

Our accents thick

Hands like shovels

from mortar and bricklaying

foundation of cities

you now stand upon

Our suffering seeps from every stone

your opportunities arise from

Outstanding on the shoulders

of our forefathers and foremother’s

who bore your mother’s mother

Our music is for the righteous

Our joys have been earned

Well deserved and serve

to remind us to remember

More Blacks

More Dogs

More Irish.

Still labelled leprechauns, Micks, Paddy’s, louts

we’re shouting to tell you

our land, our laws

are progressively out there

We’re in a chrysalis

state of emerging into a new

and more beautiful Eire/era

40 Shades Better

Unanimous in our rainbow vote

we’ve found our stereotypical pot of gold

and my God it’s good.

So join us.. 'cause

You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish.

What Color is god's skin?

"Good Night" I said to my little son
So tired out when the day was done
Then he said, as I tucked him in
"Tell me, Daddy- What Color is God's Skin?"
Chorus
What color is God's skin?  What color is God's Skin"
I said it's black, brown,  yellow... it is red, it is white
Every man's the same in the good Lord's sight.

He looked at me with his shining eyes,
I knew I could tell no lies
when he said "Daddy, why do the different races fight
If we're the same in the good Lord's sight?"

Chorus

"Son, that's part of our suffering past
But the whole human family is learning at last
That the  thing we need on the road we trod
Is to walk as the daughters and the sons of God".