The stains we wear
Are the scars we bear
What once was white now crimson red
From the tears that once were shed
A fight for justice
The lives it cost us
Murdered in cold blood
It came as a flood
As the guns fired and the heroes emerged,
So too came the enemy in a surge
Defiant in defeat
They made their captors seethe
Imprisoned in the cells of Kilmainham
Imminent death was to greet them,
Heads held high and with straight stiffed backs
Behind them stood a wall of blood splattered sacks
The sound of the gunshot was to be the sound of freedom
The killing of the heroes was to spark newfound wisdom
It was to free a nation and a free republic was to be born
It was to heal the wounds and to mend the torn
The stains we wear
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