Daniel O'Connell's Chariot 1844
By Sienna Bosonnet, 2nd year.
Daniel O’Connell’s Chariot 1844
The Long Journey To Freedom
The King of the Beggars?
Well, it beggars belief.
The old man trudged home
On his own two feet.
He was summoned to prison
The very next day,
To make his way through Dublin
In his own parade.
The chariot amazed,
With blue wool and silk,
Adorned with gold mouldings,
A fabulous sight.
The Liberator himself,
Three metres high.
Six grey horses
Drew the chariot so grand.
From his gilded throne O’Connell looked down,
And waved at the thousands ,
As they shouted and cheered, calling his name.
Free from his prison,
This was his day,
He longed to go homewards,
But the throne was where he stayed.
The journey is a long one,
But now it’s begun,
People need heroes
And now we have one.
His chariot a symbol of Hope
And of freedoms to come.
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