What We Do Unto Nature

Due to destruction of Natural Habitat and Climate Change
Many species of birds and animals becoming rare in their natural range
In a World of so much pollution brought about by human greed
Of more environmentally conscious people we are badly in need
More trees are being removed for development by greedy developers every day
And because of this many species of wildlife becoming rarer which does seem sad to say
Because of the removal of their cover birds and small creatures from predators have less places to hide
Sadly far too many human beings are not on Nature's side
All around the World many species of wildlife becoming rare
Not enough of people who are concerned about Nature's welfare
In a time of Climate Change more species are classified as endangered every day
And in extinction us humans no small part does play
What we do unto Nature to our own selves we do
This does apply to everyone and that includes me and you.

Of What They Would Rather Forget

In the schools in Ireland in the nineteen fifties by law corporal punishment was in place
And corporal punishment from a teacher entailed more than a slight slap on the face
Several strokes of a stick on the open hand did leave welts that caused pain
And though the physical and mental scars have long healed the bad memories remain

Of a time that some of the primary going school children then for all of the wrong reasons will never forget
When the only one spared of the cane happened to be the teacher's pet
An Ireland without corporal punishment in the schools better for the Irish school children of today
A change that is much for the better in truth one can say

And though bad memories from childhood into old age does last
We do have to move on in life since the past is the past
Corporal punishment in the classroom by cruel teachers used as an excuse
For the power and pleasure they received from inflicting on children physical abuse

The school children in Ireland of the nineteen fifties many decades past their physical prime
And they are now clearly showing the physical wear of time
And though the mental and physical scars have healed the bad memories live on
Of what they would rather forget from Seasons long gone.

To Me The Death Penalty Is Murder

Some Governments order the execution of drug runners after they have spent many years in jail
This is their idea of morality through justice but by their actions their ideas they do fail
Drug runners may not be good people but the death penalty for them or anyone unjustified
To have the death penalty in place in their constitution to any government should not be a sense of pride
If the wilful taking of human life is murder then the death penalty is murder too
For one to order the execution of another human being does seem such a callous thing to do
This person too does have a family and is grieved by a mum and a dad
You do not make yourself a good person by ordering the execution of one who is bad
To me the death penalty is murder i can see it in no other way
On this i only express my opinion though many may disagree with what i do say
Government leaders order the execution of murderers and drug traffickers if one of their own children were guilty of such a crime
They would not want them to be executed after serving years of prison time
To me the death penalty is murder leave the guilty to grow old in jail
Government leaders who order executions may see this as morality through justice but by their actions their ideas they do fail.

Not Many At All

Too old or too young or too fat or too thin
By physical appearance it is not easy to win
Too ugly and lanky and even too tall
Or of poor physical shape as well as too small
Some even at a young age are victims of Nature's own law
Though money a cover for almost every flaw
Since money speaks every language as the wise one does say
Without it one does seem lost in the Human World of today
Body shape especially amongst women nowadays is the in thing
The praises of female physical beauty many of the male kind does sing
But money speaks every language the wealthy sugar daddy his gray hair dyed brown
Walks out hand in hand with the prettiest young woman of the town
In the Human World of today some too thin or too fat or too tall or too small
And of those with the near to perfect body shape not many at all.

Since I Came To This Land

Since i came to this Land many Seasons ago
The old clock of time it has become my foe
My hair dark brown then it is now silver gray
And one can say i have known a far better day
I have not seen Hibernia's shores for near three decades of years
Yet i have shed all of my nostalgic tears
Though on my flights of fancy i can see again
Old Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And river Finnow in flood waters of brown
Bank high in the rushy fields near Millstreet Town
And in March i hear the breeding frogs croaking in the flooded drain
Some things of the past in the memory remain
When i came to this land i was past my physical prime
And now i am wearing the wrinkles of time.

Billy The Self Professed Local Hero

Billy the self professed local hero his tongue tends to wag
Of how great a man he is in the pub he does brag
In his mid twenties in the physical prime of life
He says he is too busy sexuallly satisfying beautiful young women for to take a wife
Though it is said he has never had a girlfriend or made love to anyone
His braggart dad Billy senior in him has a like minded son
Those who know him never believe anything he does say
Since it is known that by his false sense of greatness he gets carried away
He is not handsome looking or intelligent and wise
And sadly for him he believes his own lies
Though nowadays it is not an uncommon thing
His own praises he only does like to sing
He has convinced himself he is the casanova of town
But when it comes to action he always lets himself down.

Connie Kelleher

Connie Kelleher for Millstreet Played Gaelic Football
And of his great games in the green and gold jersey many to recall
Loved by the Millstreet fans and a true gentleman
Though sadly of years of life he did not have a long span

It was with great pride he wore the green and gold
Today were he living he would be growing old
The Reaper of Lives did claim his life when young
But surely his praises deserve to be sung

In Millstreet Town his does live on as a great name
And The Connie Kelleher Cup is to honour his fame
He breathed his last many Seasons ago
And in life he was one who did not make a foe

Playing Gaelic Football was something that he did enjoy
He was in his prime when i was a schoolboy
A sporting hero then in old Millstreet Town
He was one who never did leave his side down

Connie Kelleher one long with the forever gone
But in the minds of those who knew him good memories of him live on
He was a good person in every way
And for Millstreet so many great games he did play.