An excerpt of an Irish song called Joe McDonnell
"Through those many months' interment in the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days.
Why my country was divided? Why I was now in jail?
Imprisoned without cause or without trial.
And although I love my country I am not a bitter man.
I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand.
Then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand.
For right or wrong I tried to free my land.
And you dare to call me a terrorist, while you look down your guns
when I think of all the deeds that you have done.
You have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
you have terrorized their people, you’ve ruled with an iron hand
and you brought this reign of terror to my land".
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