You are the choked
and the strangled
tied up in chains
mangled in your houses
of the dead.
Running and dancing
till the drunken dawn
starts setting fire
to the lives of the people
Carla Delaney, Shauna Barden & Sylwia
Ireland, they’ve mutilated your revolution
They’ve scooped out of your people
Now you have blind leaders leading you into the future.
Sophie Butler, Holly Buchanan & Chelsea Coulahan
A world full of hate
Is where we must follow
The footsteps of fate
From the burning gaze
Of judgemental eyes
We’re crushed with words
Like newspapers swatting flies
We’re pushed to change
Till they can push no more
We are smashing down
The system’s door
Dreaming of a future
But running from a past
In the blood of our sisters
The dye is cast.
You are belittled for how dirty the streets are
For how you like to drink and fight
For how much homelessness there is
But yet no one in cares
Ireland you are portrayed in the worst way
For you broke free from British rule
But yet the leaders were shot for being rebellious.
Ireland you are relentless, powerful and so many other things
Ireland you are at the sides of bank machines begging for change
Ireland you are judged by how much money you have
Ireland you have streets full of drug and alcohol abuse
But yet Ireland you are still beautiful!
What is love?
Sorry, there is no definition
Love is a strange story
This word, name, phase
Comes in different ways
Love is a competition
Nobody will help you
Not even a magician
But, somebody, one day
Will show you the way
Aleksandra Nicpon & Katarina Zec
We live in a world where losing our phones
is more dramatic than losing our virginity.
They say you need to try new things
but you been given little opportunity.
They say to express yourself
but when you do you are judged.
They say you’re the only girl they text
yet they leave your mascara smudged.
They say you’re just a teenager,
you wouldn’t understand,
but they don’t know how it feels to be let down.
They teach you how to swim
but they didn’t teach you to drown.
Cristin Limpahan & Alya Azman & Renee Diaz
And all the contradicting
The kids playing out
The abuse the pain
That they’re inflicting
Dancing on the table
Banging off walls
In the old school halls
A bottle of vodka
The world starts to spin
Sick all night long
Where the hell you been?