Of Ireland
 History is full of accounts of the persecution of the Irish, not only in Australia but all over the world. This came from those thoughts.

Justice
A word of power
That holds no sway here
There is no justice
For sons of Ireland

Words
Passionately written
Vehemently spoken
On deaf ears they fall
A lilt condemns

Blood
Shed in the old life
still falls to the dirt
it was to be better
in this land of dreams

Death
Now as it was always
Wasted lives and hopes
still we suffer
Children of Ireland