Sinead O'Connor

 

FAMINE

Okay, I want to talk about Ireland Specifically I want to talk about the "famine" About the fact that there never really was one There was no "famine" See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes All of the other food Meat fish vegetables Were stipped out of the country under armed guard To England while the Irish people starved And then on the middle of all this They gave us money not to teach our children Irish And so we lost our history And this is what I think is still hurting me See we're like a child that's been battered Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's fightened Still feels all the painful feelings But they lose contact with the memory And this leads to massive self-destruction Alcoholism drug addiction All desperate attempts at running And in it's worst form Becomes actual killing And if there ever is gonna be healing There has to be remembering And then grieving So that there then can be forgiving There has to be knowledge and understanding An American army regulation Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation 'Cause to do so causes permanent "psychological damage" It's not permanent but they didn't know that Anyway during the supposed "famine" We lost a lot more than 10% of a nation Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration But what finally broke us was not starvation But it's use in the controlling of our education School go on about "Black 47" On and on about "The terrible "famine"" But what they don't say is in truth There really never was one So let's take a look shall we The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC And we say we're a Christian country But we've lost contact with our history See we used to worship God as a mother We're sufferin from post traumatic stress disorder Look at all our old men in the pubs Look at all our young people on drugs We used to worship God as a mother Now look at what we're doing to each other We've even made killers of ourselves The most child-like trusting people in the Universe And this is what's wrong with us Our history books the parent figure lied to us I see the Irish As a race like a child That got itself basned in the face And if there ever is gonna be healing There has to be remembering And then grieving So that there then can be forgiving There has to be knowledge and understanding

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