Cromwell - divided by the Irish Sea,
A double headed man to me.
On one side a merman, guider, protector,
On the other a tyrant, criminal, murderer.
Slayer of a king but also of people
In the name of the owner of steeples.
A temporary eraser of monarchical woe,
A permanent changer of the ordered flow,
Yet a righteous condemner of the defeated
To trialess bloody massacre or from land unseated
Into the west, to hell, or to Connacht,
Or away across seas, muscles fraught.
Everywhere a legacy for the ages,
Everyone paying his ghost wages,
As he is remembered differently
By each Tom, Dick and Harry.
But always and ever is talk of that curse,
Which, for me, is getting decidedly worse:
Can you judge in isolation,
Should you judge as a whole?
Political dislocation,
Nations buried in holes.
A double headed man to me.
On one side a merman, guider, protector,
On the other a tyrant, criminal, murderer.
Slayer of a king but also of people
In the name of the owner of steeples.
A temporary eraser of monarchical woe,
A permanent changer of the ordered flow,
Yet a righteous condemner of the defeated
To trialess bloody massacre or from land unseated
Into the west, to hell, or to Connacht,
Or away across seas, muscles fraught.
Everywhere a legacy for the ages,
Everyone paying his ghost wages,
As he is remembered differently
By each Tom, Dick and Harry.
But always and ever is talk of that curse,
Which, for me, is getting decidedly worse:
Can you judge in isolation,
Should you judge as a whole?
Political dislocation,
Nations buried in holes.
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