BURNING HOUSE PRESS

we, the children of this revolution

who came to it all from fields afar

not born beneath a dissident star

of parents dressed in shades of green

but found we belonged only in between

and here we stand, and here we’ll fall

and we’ll die together

or not at all

we, the children of this revolution

who carry our books instead of swords

who taught ourselves, despite it all

who search for truth wherever it lies

and see the world through suspicious eyes

here we stand, and here we’ll fall

and we’ll die together

or not at all

we, the children of this revolution

who rage against the winds of change

that tear us apart but remain the same

against lies, deception and rented suits

polished smiles and blood stained boots

here we stand, and here we’ll fall

and we’ll die together

or not at all

we, the children of this revolution

who thought we were the only ones

no friends, no lovers, no loaded guns

bring only the scars and shoes on our feet

but we’ll never give in, we’ll never retreat

for here we stand, and here we’ll fall

and we’ll die together

or not at all

for we, the children of this revolution

who refuse to have ourselves defined

by race, religion, or national pride

who will not let these things divide

who will not hate by their design

hold our hands across the wall

because here we stand, and here we’ll fall

and we’ll die together

or not

at all

Emma Ireland is an ex-law graduate, ex-English teacher and accidental poet who writes mostly about politics and social issues. A relatively new face on the spoken word scene, she can often be found belting one out on open mics in Derby, Nottingham and Lincoln.