“New dark ages”

Method Man

[A note inserted ere: I could put you into anything, muse, your spirit, an inspiration, ha!]

When my ancestors invaded from Ireland,

To set up stralia,

And me born right here on this soil, not suspecting, thru political football,

The faeries, flitting round my head

Perhaps are native to this land, and called Ancestors, by all the sacred we bulldozed down,

And if indeed, from love in twilight dreams,

I don armour from my homeland, the Celtic breastplate, my heart rate brave to face the lady’s gaze,

And I rise shine to honour the spirits of this land, proper,

Perhaps I’ll know honour, enough to kiss the lady’s hand