Ireland was a wasteland of destruction and despair,
As the smoke started rising through the air
Devastation was everywhere,
Did the English think this was fair?
People run to hide with fear in their eyes,
As they hear the other people’s cries,
The country so full of hatred,
Which most people despise,
As the happiness in Ireland dies.
Written by Klara Gross as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Lucinda Jacob in St. Matthew’s National School, Sandymount in May 2022.