They stood beside their leader,the gallant Bobby Sands

The ultimate sacrifice, we can only guess the hardship, self determination requires to do such a thing, I’ve often thought of the 10 hunger strikers and the suffering their families had to go through in those dark times....RIP
Bobby SandsIRA1 March66 days5 May27
Francis HughesIRA15 March59 days12 May25
Raymond McCreeshIRA22 March61 days21 May24
Patsy O'HaraINLA22 March61 days21 May23
Joe McDonnellIRA8 May61 days8 July29
Martin HursonIRA28 May46 days13 July24
Kevin LynchINLA23 May71 days1 August25
Kieran DohertyIRA22 May73 days2 August25
Thomas McElweeIRA8 June62 days8 August23
Michael DevineINLA22 June60 days20 August27
 

The Rhythm of Time​


By Bobby Sands


There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.


It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.


It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.


It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.


It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along with Appian Way.


It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.


It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.


It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.


It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.


It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.


It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.


It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.


It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right! ‘
 
1888 said:

The Rhythm of Time​


By Bobby Sands


There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.


It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.


It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.


It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.


It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along with Appian Way.


It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.


It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.


It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.


It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.


It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.


It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.


It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.


It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right! ‘
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Thats outstanding guy was a genius
 
Bellshill bhoy said:
The ultimate sacrifice, we can only guess the hardship, self determination requires to do such a thing, I’ve often thought of the 10 hunger strikers and the suffering their families had to go through in those dark times....RIP
Bobby SandsIRA1 March66 days5 May27
Francis HughesIRA15 March59 days12 May25
Raymond McCreeshIRA22 March61 days21 May24
Patsy O'HaraINLA22 March61 days21 May23
Joe McDonnellIRA8 May61 days8 July29
Martin HursonIRA28 May46 days13 July24
Kevin LynchINLA23 May71 days1 August25
Kieran DohertyIRA22 May73 days2 August25
Thomas McElweeIRA8 June62 days8 August23
Michael DevineINLA22 June60 days20 August27
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In a strange way this thread reminds me of that other side of Celtic in the 80's, learning of it, experiencing it and trying to understand it as a kid.
i was very young when this other side of being a Celtic fan was at its peak, i remember as a kid hearing people talk about it on the buses on the way to games. There was always an undercurrant other than simply being a celtic fan.
Songs sung that involved names i couldn't identify with at 5/6 yo but absorbed as you do.
i remember my uncle used to buy me a match programme, a pound mixture and a pic/badge outside Celtic Park every home game.
I remember picking up a james connolly badge and my uncle laughing out loud to himself, i think he was thinking to himself, its got to him, i've tried to shield him from that, avoid it, but he's 8 and made up his own mind, now he's buying into the cause.
He asked me the loaded question, 'why that badge son ?'
my reply was, they sing about him every week, he must have been a lisbon lion,
is he anything to billy ? .... so innocent..
whatever happened to roamin in the gloaming ? loved that song, anyway
i always remember in those days maw n paw being at parties, hearing the night go from human league, bangles, prince etc. towards the folk songs later on. At 1 am in those days it wasnt a bag of sniff and the GB experience. it was heavy irish folk followed by a wee small hours rebel do with the wolf tones. Rebel music was great to listen to beautiful words, ideals, etc.
Where am I :unsure: really stoned and really reminiscent with nae cunt to talk to

In later years my dad takes me aside, listen son, we've all sung it, it's part of your upbringing as a Celtic fan and a Morrison, but your nearly an adult now, if your going to sing these songs, you really should know what your singing about. Handed me 3/4 book's to read about the history and colonisation of part of Ireland. Weeks later, did you read those books ? yes ? what you think then ? the UK government are a shower of fucking cunts...... perfect he says, now you understand why you sing those songs, you have your own opinion and can justify your thoughts, i've done you all a father can do for a son, i've covered republicanism, the birds and bees are between you and your mother

ramble aside, these guys really fucking punished themselves for a cause, some with sons and daughters like me, could i have went that far ? nope

these are people that should be admired for their bravery and their sacrifice
no matter the cause, it really is something to put yourself through that for a couple of months

it really puts losing a few games of football in a different light

the hunger strikers found the only way possible to beat Thatcher and the British state, they paid the price and will be acknowledged as long as there is an Ireland
 
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