A desperate soul holds a cup of sorrow
An ownerless shop, a hip bar tomorrow
Two lovers discuss their wedding plans
A once hostile crowd, now understands
The young discuss, and challenge truth
The old dismiss, too long in tooth
Traffic stalls round College Green
A forward plan is still unseen
So what became of this old town,
This bustling place of great renown?
Would Pearse accept this booming mess,
Jim C content with workplace stress?
The Brits packed up, the church arrived
The weapons left, despair survived
The banks enlarged, and cash moved faster
Will we always need a master?
And as we all pay sky high rent
To vulture funds outside the tent
In this country where we have no stake
Should we all just eat some cake?
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