Soul destroying to love a country so much and hate it equally as much at the same time due to the structure and lack of balance; financially, morally and egotistically speaking. This is how I feel about Ireland, it’s a LOVE/HATE situation.
I get so frustrated by the idealistic mentality of this island. I love it so much here but we knock our own down and expect them to emigrate just to make something for themselves. The Irish are the greatest people but their worst enemies at the same time. Bloody backwards mentality and begrudgery and for what?! We shouldn’t become like America where no one cares or knows their fellow human, we should be better than that and help each other out because we, more than any race, no what it’s like to go around the world and build the place and then come home and be humble as anything.
We have to build this island back up to the way it was, a great country and not depend on the government and the financial institutions who have no real concern for the people.
More than anything, I want a better future for my generation and future generations. To see what Liam Mac Uistín seen through his poem ‘Rinneadh an aisling duinn’ / ‘We Saw A Vision’, to be the generations of freedom and to live their vision by not having to be enslaved to live the life of bondage and there is no worse bondage in my eyes than having to leave everything you love for lack of opportunity. No one should glorify emigration, the massive exodus of the youth and the bright hope of tomorrow. It saddens me that people would celebrate such a sorrowful act. I wish for hope and solidarity, for the people to unite and be the successors that our predecessors wanted us to be.
“We Saw A Vision”
In the darkness of despair we saw a vision,
We lit the light of hope and it was not extinguished.
In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision.
We planted the tree of valour and it blossomed.
In the winter of bondage we saw a vision.
We melted the snow of lethargy and the river of resurrection flowed from it.
We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river. The vision became a reality.
Winter became summer. Bondage became freedom and this we left to you as your inheritance.
O generations of freedom remember us, the generations of the vision- Liam Mac Uistín