The competition encouraged Youthreach students to write an original poem based around The Proclamation, and each poem entered must have included a line from The Proclamation.
The poems were judged by Colm Keegan. The winners are:
1st "Today" by Hannah Beattie, Youthreach Sligo
2nd "Freedom" by Jade Killeen, Wicklow Youthreach
3rd "Home from home" by Mateusz Lewandowski, Youthreach Sligo.
‘Cherishing all of the children of the nation equally’,
That was the plan,that was the goal
To see everyone treated the same
But … to see what we have
To see Ireland today
Walking down any street you can see it
Everywhere it roams
Silently consuming, it grows
Gaining more victims
Filling the minds of the poor
The answers, solutions are all there
But greed and corruption
Deny the needy of their rights.
We are not a nation of equality
We as a nation are not fair and just
For Poverty fills our land!
IRISHMEN AND IRISHWOMEN: In the name of god and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Ireland, through us, summons her children to her flag and strikes for her freedom.
I was just the tender age of 15 when we decided to leave our home.
I was young and bold,
My parents sold everything we owned.
British rule took over our farm,
Left us all to sleep in the barn.
Mammy was frightened to let me play,
Irish people were led astray.
Our freedom was took,
Our homes were shook,
Our towns and villages invaded.
I thought no one was going to save us.
Tiocfaidh ar lá, my daddy would say, just as he was walking away.
The people needed a voice,
We all had a choice,
To live on our knees,
or to stand on our feet.
The British needed to take a seat.
Took our language, yes they did.
Invaded our homes, yes they did.
Take our freedom, no they won’t,
Take our dignity, they certainly won’t.
Time has come, oh yes it has.
The people of Ireland are taking a stand,
From village to village, from town to town,
People are tired of being let down.
Shoulder to shoulder the people are standing strong.
Taking back our country, correcting the wrong.
Full of hardship, full of sorrow!
Twas all in hope for a better tomorrow.
Home from home:
Irishmen and Irishwomen
Everything is perfect
Leave it all alone
I love Ireland
And now I call it home.