Dán do Bhríd (Poem for Brigid)
so you give Bríd the mother goddess a day
and you say hip hip hooray
put in the same breath you talk behind
closed doors
culling our cattle for a lie
and then the same breath you let
technological experiments take lives
and in the same breath
you put neurotoxins in our water supply
and in the same breath
you fill our land and our water
we pesticides
and in the same breath
you block out our sunlight
and all that you do is affecting future
Generations fertility
true
but you give Bríd a day and you say hip
hip hooray
good thing
goddesses
don't take holidays