The Rhythm of Time

Thirty four years ago, in the early hours of this morning, 5th May, Bobby Sands died on hunger strike after sixty-six days without food. There is not a day that passes when we don’t remember Bobby, Frankie, Raymond, Patsy, Joe, Martin, Kevin, Kieran, Thomas and Mickey.

THE RHYTHM OF TIME

 

Cave paintingThere’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leadened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

test 1It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’,
Along the Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,test 3
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space,
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes seating ‘cross the skies.

LastIt lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’

Marcella, H-Block, Long Kesh Prison Camp

 

 

Marking Bobby’s Anniversary

FRONT 5th MayThis Tuesday is the 34th anniversary of the death on hunger strike of Bobby Sands. Many events, some private, some public, will be held in nationalist areas to commemorate Bobby Sands and the sacrifices of his comrades, Francie, Raymond, Patsy, Joe, Martin, Kevin, Kieran, Thomas and Mickey over those grim seven months of 1981.
Tuesday, 5th May – White line pickets, Connolly House, West Belfast; Dairy Farm, Twinbrook; Sevastopol Street/Falls Road; Whiterock Road, West Belfast; and Antrim Road, North Belfast.