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Bobby Sands Quotes

1954–1981 Ireland

Robert Gerard Sands (Irish Roibeard Gearóid Ó Seachnasaigh; 9 March 1954 – 5 May 1981) was a Northern Irish member of the IRA who died on hunger strike whilst imprisoned in HM Prison Maze for the possession of firearms. He was the leader of the protests in which ten prisoners eventually starved themselves to death.

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I am standing on the threshold of another trembling world. May God have mercy on my soul.

There's rain on the wind, the tears of spirits,
The clink of key on iron is near,
A shuttling train passes by on rail,
There's more than God for man to fear.

I was only a working-class boy from a Nationalist ghetto, but it is repression that creates the revolutionary spirit of freedom. I shall not settle until I achieve liberation of my country, until Ireland becomes a sovereign, independent socialist republic.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is "the undauntable thought", my friend,
That thought that says "I'm right!"

It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

For life and love you gave to me
I give my thanks for eternity.

And blessed is he man who stands
Before his God in pain
And on his back a cross of woe
His wounds a gaping shame.
For this man is a son of God
And hallowed be thy name.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

Dear Mum, I know you're always there
To help and guide me with all your care,
You nursed and fed me and made me strong
To face the world and all its wrong.

Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then we'll see the rising of the moon.

It is said we live in modern times,
In the civilised year of 'seventy-nine,
But when I look around, all I see,
Is modern torture, pain and hypocrisy.

It comes searing ‘cross the skies.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

The days were long and lonely. The sudden and total deprivation of such basic human necessities as exercise and fresh air, association with other people, my own clothes and things like newspapers, radio, cigarettes books and a host of other things, made my life very hard.

There can never be peace in Ireland until the foreign, oppressive British presence is removed, leaving all the Irish people as a unit to control their own affairs and determine their own destinies as a sovereign people, free in mind and body, separate and distinct physically, culturally and economically.

The winds of war came sweeping cruel,
The flower would not cry,
Oh, how it broke the freeman's heart,
To see the first rose die.
Some soldiers plucked the garden's joy, And left a burning mark,
Upon the silver petalled bloom,
Now fettered in he dark.

To dance and prance
Is elegant and neat.
To wine and dine on red port wine
Is such a tasty treat. To eat and sit where you've just shit!
Is not so bloody sweet!

White walls! White walls! Torturous sprawls,
With ne'er a window space.
And so confined a quaking mind
Goes mad in such a place
The monotony so torturously
Cuts deep into the mind,
That men lose hope and just elope
With charge of any kind.

In the gutters lies the black man, dead,
And where oil flows blackest, the streets run red,
And there was He who was born and came to be,
Who lived and died without liberty

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Bobby Sands (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.