You could have it all,
My empire of dirt.

I'd like to think that
You and I
Could build an empire
From the ground, up.
From the ground that
caught my tears
And held me up
When I felt like falling.
And from the ground
That held your weight
When you stood by and
watched
As I slowly fell apart.
I'd like to think that
We could build an empire
Just you and I,
That sits up high
So we could watch the sea
As it leaves in the morning
And comes back far too late.
I'd like to think that
We could build an empire
Just you and I
But I know it will only be just
me.
Because it's always just me.

The crown can feel hate, fear and shame—
never gratitude for starving a nation into sailing across
the western ocean—thousands sailing in a coffin
ships to break the chains of poverty in hopes of bellies full & bodies free,
but the hand of opportunity draw tickets from a lottery;
spirits celebrate in their hearts forever
the that land that makes them refugees—while those
who never got so far that they could change their names are robbed
of their toil to stuff the bellies of sentinels mowing down rising crowds
in the crown-jewel of the empire never kissed by moonlight.


How long with the Island remain silent
when ghosts haunt the waves?
Éire: within its minds sit hopes of peace