Saint Patrick’s Day Poem: Nothing would surprise me



children-13-001Seriously, nothing would surprise me.
The land we love is turned into a store,
Prettied up for foreigners, while we
Are salesclerks and waitresses, no more
The warriors of old, the priests of passion,
Royalty of tongue, the banshee dancers.
Instead, we have become the latest fashion,
Cheapened by the sale itself, the prancers
Kindled by a check to do their chore.

Nicholas Gordon

  Have a nice St. Patrick’s Day!!