could you hear the rushing
the whistling through the grass
have you lost the senses that have preserved you
generation over generation?
recall your warrior, spirit –
you feel the drums, but can you taste them?
ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine.
but we cannot thrive without
the beat of our hearts
one hand takes
but when do you use both?
when it becomes too much –
and then you grab the torch and sword
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I really like the last part