A poem from Dublin, not modern but from the present-day, 2018

Good or bad here it goes:

       

Dublin no longer has horses around

as it use to have, young fellas and boys going up and down

proper Dubs were, not fashionable any more

in this world of trends, chems and techs

and this doesn’t mean the ones of the tourists coaches

that the only ones, and not many , to survive,

but, in the other hand has the Luas in every turn.

The horses  are helpful, nice and natural,

and pulling  two or one fella s

were in Dublin short of a symbol as well.

Dublin has lost much of the its own image and character,

the real one, not talking here only

of some  nice pubs and some good craic.

And this as well is going bad, because,

how many proper and popular pubs closed

and instead new moder shit locals,

and yes, in so many big TVs, sports and cocaine,

that represent  modernity , brit style

not old style, with its faults  but true, good,  real Irish craic

My soul is sad and suffer watching this

as I can say how things had developed

since this century started

in silence, no one hear my cry.

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And they keep going the same way, bad

but if you want to help and you want to give a hand

No one properly and fully helps, not a single hand not even a finger

while suffering the results of trying to keep and be real

and trying to be loyal to the real Dublin, the real Erin

the one that is been killed,

the normal of years passed.

It was not perfect,

not evertything sound

many faults,

but now more less the same ones

still some exact basic problems

and crazyness all around

Is this way, not the other way around,

What to say?, not much

but of the little I do, to the people that seems fair

yes, but still doesn’t take a helping step,

that would be for them beneficial  as well,

is a pity and... anyway, but it's unfortunately like this

and more unfortunate is that you are not going as good as you think

apart of the bastards, and the many things to come...

what do you think or expect ?,

a lot of good people in the upper ruling class?

And of the little I say more loud to the ones than aren’t good and even bad

and even louder to your masters,

because whatever and whoever lackeys you are,

and I shout that doesn’t matter what you do: do what you want…

I’ll go alone and uphill

if have to be like this, as so many years already

watching how people don’t want  to really and fully listen

in the real word, out of this golden prison and mess,

this golden net that traps and takes away…

Alone and uphill meanwhile things go from bad to worse, because no one really to it fully oppose

and when the worse come

I say to the ones more fair:

if now is difficult to change for good or better imaging then.

But, as saying , I  will be alone,

but I will be I, and don’t make mistake, proud

because better alone and in the proper course

respectul for the Truth,

respectful to Mother Nature  

loyal to History and the real good people

and people that did not bad, and respect the Land

to the true spirits,

to the true humans

I am alone and I will be

trying to be as I think I should be

going and going

waiting for the time.

J S