This anonymous poem was in Banshee, No 7, February, 1975. This was the journal of Irish Women United


have no part
in this world,
they made it
not us.

The rules are
The power is
The monuments
and the wars,
Even the Gods,
are theirs.

We do not live
in their world.
We survive
in occupied territory
They offer us reservations,
We want a revolution

And it depends
on us, my love
only we and
our sisters,
can reclaim our heritage,
recreate our past
and forge the future

So when we fight
and split ourselves
over their hairs,
I tremble
for our dreams

For we are all
we can discover
of that age
of women,
and our fragile dreams
are all we can imagine
of the times to come.


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