Mountjoy
The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joySons of mothers huddle hereMen and boys
1850 swung the doorsAnd human sewage swept insideWhere victims speak in whinesAnd where the hardened cried
I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wigI took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
A swagger hides the fear in hereBy this rule we breatheAnd there is no one on this earthWho I’d feel sad to leave
You see we all loseWe all lose
What those in power do to youReminds us at a glanceHow humans hate each others gutsAnd show it given a chance
We never say aloud the thingsThat we say in our prayersCause no one cares
Many executed hereBy the awful lawfully goodBut the only thing that makes me cryIs when I see the sky
Brendan Behan's laughter ringsFor what he had or hadn’t doneFor he knew then as I know nowThat for each and every one of usWe all loseRich or poor, we all loseRich or poor, they all lose