It’s either a famine or a feast
So say the ones who have deceased
And left us with their words
And I may be away with the birds
But I still have something left to impart
Because that holy dart
Struck me straight into the heart
And said stand up and speak 
The one who says to the weak 
Or the cripple to walk
I’ve been silent but now I talk 
And my voice is resonant 
With a power that’s heaven sent
As the Christ makes Himself known 
In the garden that has grown 
In the absence of stares
And somebody cares
About who you are 
And every star
That ever was must burn
So why did my sky take a turn 
To spin around the sun
I think I know the only One
That will ever come to reside
In the heart where love abide
As I give the King his reign
Please don’t ask me to do that again
But if you do I will consent 
And acquiesce to your request 
To be the tower in the shade
It’s something I cannot evade
As I spill secrets to my GP
And she looks back at me 
With frightened eyes
My disguise
Has grown thin
Since I revealed myself to him 
And I can no longer lie by omission
Or sell myself for a commission
But bullet reverberate around my soul 
Leaving me riddled with holes
Like the pillars of the GPO
Who are the British in this, do you know?