Who are we?
Who are we to judge, whom one can love?
Who are we to say, what is allowed and what is not?
Who are we to decide, who is below and who is above?
Who are we to demand, what can be said, felt and thought?
Who are we to tell others, what to do, eat and drink?
Who are we to give consent, to unscrupulous intent?
Who are we to do nothing, when the world is on the brink?
Who are we to say, what others can and cannot print?
Who are we to be offended, when offence was not intended?
Who are we to crave revenge, instead of seeking justice?
Who are we to destroy, that which can not be mended?
Who are we to try and change, the things that have always been in place . . .
- R.S. Sheehan
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The Blog of a Rambling Irishman
PoetryHey all! Exactly what the title says! My Blog - which basically will allow you to experience my daily thoughts, opinions and rants - although hopefully not too many of the latter! Unless I'm drunk, then I can guarantee nothing . . . Why would you w...
