Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Easter 1916
Rembering Connolly and Pearse and McDermott and Plunkett and Clarke and Ceannt and McDonagh and Easter 1916. Spent a poignant moment outside the GPO reading the note on a wreath that read: 'For Those Who Died in Vain, for our Freedom, Now Lost.' I thought of the tens of thousands of people now living in this city and calling it home who were oblivious to its past, and I thought of betrayal, but I also thought of hope and of change and how, well, that was nearly a hundred years ago now, and I also thought if the Union flag was still flying above the GPO in 2010 would things be much different by the sacrifice of these brave men.
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