Great quotes from some of Eire's Freedom Fighters

[YeahItsMeJP]

You can not put a rope around the neck of an idea; you can not put an idea up against the barrack-square wall and riddle it with
bullets; you can not confine it in the strongest prison cell your slaves could ever build. ~ Sean O'Casey

To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else. ~ Bernadette Devlin McAliskey

The road to freedom is paved with suffering, hardships and torture; carry on my gallant and brave comrades until that certain day. ~ Tom Williams

Truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. ~ Flannery O'Connor

There is nothing more dangerous than an oppressed people who acquire the first weapons of education and organisation. ~ Bernadette Devlin McAliskey

[Pat K]

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Neither your collar nor crown Shall I wear ~ my nose not brown, Nor I some clown in your court, In chains brought ~ a wolf to town.

By no oath bound to your King, To my Gods alone I sing, Grey shadow hiding from sight To keep the rite from waning.

In red gold you dress these slaves, What throne can forget Nine Waves? In deep caves our flame I shield, Never to yield to such knaves.

Collars serve to reign dogs in, Quell their nerve with shades and sin. Wild wolf?s kin such bangles scorn, Free-born I stay, son of Fionn.

My brothers hunted, slain, skinned. Yet still my cries ride the wind, Numbers thinned, but still we wait, For your hate, we have not sinned.

Now the lone hunters take heed, Upon the Great Stag we feed, Blood for mead. His death our life, Ends this strife, stirs this dried seed.

The old packs come together, Ties that fear cannot sever, Endeavour in pride to stand In the Wolf Land, forever.