Luke Kelly // For what died the sons of Roisin?
I shut down my political blog a few months back for various reasons, mainly for my own sanity, and have sort of made an unwritten rule not to bring it on here but I suppose I can make an exception for the day that’s in it (or, rather, was in it yesterday).
On the day that Luke Kelly would have turned 70, the Irish government agreed in principle to accept a bailout of its banking system from the IMF and EU relief fund. I don’t tend to get caught up with nationalism and some of the hysteria that’s blown up the past few years has turned me right off it again. Indeed, I had originally planned to use a different video until it inexplicably took a turn into some rather distasteful anti-Muslim stuff.
However, I think there’s a very simple message at the heart of this poem, and if the last few years have taught us anything it’s that if you’re a tiny, vulnerable island on the edge of nowhere it never really pays to get too big for your boots. If we get out of this crisis in tact, hopefully the people in charge will steer us in the right direction for once.