Today’s quote is from ‘Easter, 1916’.
‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘
For the unsung heroes
This facility we have, to look away,
To blame the parents and their lack of care,
To call it shiftless what is deep despair,
To keep it all, for we have none to spare,
Lets us pluck the best fruits from the tree,
Complacently, and fill the basket to the brim.
Yet all this opulence was dearly bought
By those who gave their lives, not on a whim,
Left in a puddle on some lonely road,
Or in the squalor of a prison yard,
For a cause that they could not ignore.
Nor turn away because it was too hard.
Do they see our fattened comfort where they bide,
And weep when misery is brushed aside?