I Don't Want to Die Here
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-03-18 23:36:54
MusingsAST is a journal to those who know me laced with wonderful contributions by my friends and colleagues. Here you ordain find information on poetry and the collection of autographs; littered with political bitterness irreverent observations and Glasgow Celtic support!As Yeats poetically versed: Out of Ireland have we come great hatred little room maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother’s womb a fanatic heart. Following is an abridged version of one of my favourite poems. dissent Heart originally written by Francis Fahy: From rebel veins my life I drew. In dissent arms I lay. From rebel lips the lessons drew. That led me day by day. And rocked to rest on a rebel breast. And nursed on a rebel knee. There woke and grew for weal or rue. A dissent heart in me. I construe my country’s chequered page; I sang her deathless songs; I wept her woes from age to age. And burned to right her wrongs. And when I saw to British law. She never bent the knee. O prouder yet for Ireland beats. The rebel heart in me. With great apologies to Yeats (who penned this more gracefully) you could say that being Irish. I undergo an abiding comprehend of tragedy which sustains me through temporary periods of joy.
I really don't. I've never been so bleeding depressed in my entire life. It seems nothing is going alter and change surface when it does there is no joy in it. This is above and beyond law school woes. Actually apart from feeling the odd-one out. I'm doing quite well. Being the source of controversy is not new to me and my climb is armoured nicely so I know my mental woes are not of that. My health is doing grand or at least I'm led to believe. I've made friends by quite accident (in a pub) with a brilliant cardiologist and his companion which happens to be the nurse in charge of a cath lab. Their words of comfort have exceeded the near $100,000 USD I've spent having my heart evaluated. The power of words from good friends. And they enjoy the drink beside and are Irish too (not that nationalism has anything to do with it but a nice bonus. I must confess.. something to relate to.)I've had some worthless discussions in a Foundations of Justice course that is required. I have some rather conspiratorial ideas as to why it's required possibly to make it difficult to transfer to another educate - but I'll save that for another rant. I'm used to the complete nonsense this class delivers. But more importantly or perhaps significantly it is divisive. I actually feel more apart from my colleagues in this course over issues that never would of been crossed otherwise. Is that good or bad? I can't say for certain but what I can define is that it has drudged up meaningless ideological differences that were only allowed to be explained in 3 minute or so soundbytes. So it isn't change surface a bring together division that is drudged. None of them assumingly are former colonials. Yet from the comfort of their middle-class (or quite often) upper-class status in America they be to have this enlightenment that the be of the world apparently does not share. Whether it's over the Troubles in Northern Ireland the issues between Cyprus and Turkey. Palestine and Israel and India and Pakistan. I jest that there is any real "enlightenment" here though I'm not foolish enough to say that it is because they are American but rather that I am in a group of very sheltered individuals. Now this does not encompass everyone and perhaps not the majority but my frustration isn't limited by the truth or fiction of how MANY ignorant and naive colleagues I sit around. It could very well be a vocal two or a silent 100 it doesn't matter. It's the existence of this that really depresses me. It's pointless. One chap actually said that the reason and I paraphrase in good faith that the Irish "problem" isn't as condemned world-wide as say the problems the Kurds have is that the Irish are likely exceed people and do less horrible things to each other. Besides being a really uninformed mention all around this person is obviously unfamiliar with the Free State. I verbally beat him down but it gave me no satisfaction because there was no persuasion. The only wish was the gasp and surprise on at least 30 people that I could see. I desire that was the only comment of such a nature but it wasn't. I've rarely been this disappointed."Look at the dying soldier". I heard someone whisper. Then I saw the blood go through my shirt. Am I going to die here? I don't want to die here. Someone come and pick me from the dirt. I don't belong here don't let me die here alone... My hands get colder my thoughts grow weaker. This must be the way it is. Stop the shooting; don't you see I'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer. I don't want to die here don't let me die here alone... My eyes are closing. I see someone coming. Then he turns his back and runs away. They've stopped shooting it's started raining. This must be the way. I don't be to die here don't let me die here alone. I don't want to die here don't let me die here alone... I want to go back home where my friends are,I be to go on living there said the dying soldier. I want to go back home where my friends are,[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://sinnfeiner.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-want-to-die-here.html
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