Join the new world

Kneeling over on a beautiful yellow beach and grabbing a handful of precious sand. I stare at the yellow particles as they slide from my hand into the ground, mesmerised by their ability to integrate so easily and become invisible. The texture of the sand so soft and the noise even softer. The light shines as it falls and crumples into the ground.



My boots make a crunch as I rock backwards to look up. Seagulls and clouds fill the air and I take a deep breath. My eyes dart out to sea and forms a sigh as I spot her. Fingers digging further into the ground and handfuls of yellow dust appear. The naked eye doesn't want to differentiate and why would it.

Eyes focused on the shape and figure she owns and the narrow line draws attention immediately. The slender yet powerful physique would make even the toughest man fear. Their main feature could easily be the oppression she emulates. If Genghis or Caesar knew of these beasts then they would have re-thought their domination plans. If only they had been around to convince them otherwise.

My boots crunch again. Softer this time. I don't want to draw attention. If she sees me, she'll pounce. Still. Lovely to watch from a distance. Sand fills the wind as I hear a slow mumble. The rocks begun to shiver and grow angrier. Glancing to my right I can see them all. The line of Q7's awaiting deployment. The Q4's circling over head, carrying out surveillance. The Union Jack crudely painted over the Tri-Colour, the paint barely dried. The bile in my stomach lurches to think of the mistake we may have made.



Turning back to her as she slowly continues her trip towards me. She begins to dock up against a harbour and lowers her bridges. Suddenly another mumble is heard as a line of Q6s & and Q7's roll off. Men begin to march off, chanting British war tunes and eagerly clambering back onto Irish soil, desperate to take home a shamrock to their families or crave another bullet into the GPO. My eyes grow heavy and I can no longer watch. Thankfully, I wasn't seen or if I was they obviously did not consider me a threat.





I pick up my rifle and stand up tall., staring at the Ship docking and letting men off. Glancing at the lines of men and resources being pumped into Dublin, I begin to count my blessings. They may be here, but oppression has only created Resistance. turning my back on the once peaceful scene I make my way to the forests and with a tearful eye I return to the guerrilla life, desperate to change things.



We may not have a congress this month, but fight on friends.
Only fighters know the value of home.
And we are some of the most passionate fighters.
Unite and stay strong.
We will be strong again someday.
Hope will keep us strong.