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The Rhythm of Time


17 May 1995

The Rhythm of Time

There's an inner thing in every man,

Do you know this thing my friend?

It has withstood the blows of a million years,

And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,

And it grew up out of life,

It cut down evil's strangling vines,

Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,

And burnt the mind of man,

Tempering leaden hearts to steel,

From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,

And when all men were at a loss,

It screeched in writhing agony,

And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword,

And in defiant cruel array,

When the deathly word was “Spartacus”,

Along the Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,

And frightened lord and king,

And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,

As e'er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,

Before conquistadors of old,

So meek and tame and unaware,

Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,

And stormed the old Bastille,

And marched upon the serpent's head,

And crushed it 'neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,

And starved by moons of rain,

Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,

But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,

As it was knelt upon the ground,

And it died in great defiance,

As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope

It knows no bounds nor space,

It has risen in red and black and white,

It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,

It screams in tyrant's eyes,

It has reached the peak of mountains high,

It comes searing 'cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,

It thunders forth its might,

It is “the undauntable thought”, my friend,

That thought that says “I'm right!”

[From Skylark Sing Your Lonely Song, an anthology of the writings of Bobby Sands.]


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