Lisa Lambe - Sixteen Dead Men (W.B. Yeats)

Oh but we talked at large
Before the sixteen men were shot
But who can talk of give and take
What should be and what not
Why are those dead men loitering there?
Just stir the boiling pot

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You say that we should still the land
Till Germany's overcome
But who is there to argue that
Now Pearse is deaf and dumb?
And is there logic to outweigh
MacDonagh's bony thumb?

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How could you dream they'd listen
That have an ear alone
For those new comrades they have found
Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone
Or meddle with our give and take
That converse bone to bone?

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