Poetry from Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Written by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
They take the boat
to England,
Destination and
attitudes have little change
To cover up the
act of love
Family pride
retain, hide the shame.
Before they’d never be heard of again
Have their child and disappear
Now the child’s aborted, never heard of again
Unknown, unmarked, the anniversary each year.
But family honour
is retained,
No one knows,
there is no shame
Why should their
be shame in a love child?
That never knew
birth or death cert or name?
For the children
of those who in Ireland stayed
Sent to a jail in
all but name by society
Children sold or
starved to death by folk of the cloth
Who professed
charity and piety.
The skeletons from
the closet fall,
Not
metaphorically, literally in a sewerage tank
Reality stares us
in the face,
Our history, the
truth, clear, frank.
We cannot blame
the English
For all these
children who have died
This was our own
doing
A manifestation of
pride.
Whatever we do to
the weakest,
Christ said, that
you do to me…
What judgment
awaits society and these
Evil Sisters When
they Judgment Day they see!
Author's Note: Again, this is from a pro life point of view, and not
intended to provoke a debate on the choice argument and issue. Its intended to explore
the issue of shame around love children – for whom there should be NO shame, as
all life is equal no matter how conceived – and today among some of my friends
locally who are pro choice, instead of where anyone can see reason even if they
don’t actually agree, grey area cases such as rape, etc., – my friends locally
see it as a good way to prevent family shame about being a single mother. Its
the shame issue that saw the homes come to being in the first place, not taking
the blame away from the church, but society too has its share of the blame, and
that is the sin of pride for those who approach such issues on a faith basis
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