The Curse of the Irish

The curse of the Irish is the melancholy inside

as they swapped the greenness of their island

for the green dollar of mainland

The cure for the Irish is no cure at all

As the whisky flowed through the night

Sermons rained the morning after

The blessing of the Irish is after

All the dollars and the melancholy and the whisky died

They forgot to sob and never learnt to cry

They started writing poetry to reach the Luck of the Irish

And green eyes twinkling

Kissed the Long Night Goodnight and Goodbye


Author: Ajay Ohri

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