Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

This impassioned poem/prose written by someone unknown, was written to encourage faltering spirits as the relentless construction of the motorway through the heartland of Tara continues apace........


Tara remains.
Skryne remains.
The Gabhra River remains.
The spirit of that land remains.
And so long as either of those remain, we FIGHT for it.
Whether by word or by action.
Whether you choose to do it by intellect, or by magick.
By fact or by faith.
We FIGHT for it.
Because it is all worth FIGHTING for.
Our ancestors didnae' fight for the freedom of this land and its people, only to
have us lay down in the wake of another kind of tyrrany.
It has been said by a woman to "Never doubt that a small, determined group of
individuals can change the world. In fact, it is the only thing that ever really
has."
I, for one, will not give up. And I am but a descendant of the Isle.
I am still her child.
One of millions.
I refuse to give up.
What say the rest of you?

Anon