Ulidia
Ulidia of Stone Age,
Cruthin's ancient heritage,
Those 'Celts' of Irish myth,
Nation proud in megalith.
From Moira to Boyne,
Black Pig's Dyke and Emain Macha,
From Gael our enemy,
Was built siege mentality,
By Red Branch Warriors to lands beholden
Stone Circles, Passage Graves and Dolmen.
Her hero Setanta in mighty defence,
Rewriters of History,
Catholic and Gael proclaim,
To rename you Cuhuilain,
And wonder why we want none of the same.
The O' Neill did bury,
Our ancient identity,
In foreign capitals by name of car park,
They keep your people in the dark,
Setanta your tears of woe
In a foreign GPO
Head hung in shame,
For a nation that knows not its name.
Proud people once united,
At Moira defeated,
To Scotland bereft the 'Scotti' left,
Viking and Norman in invasion came,
None would stop triumphant Gael,
Until Elizabeth plantation
Allowed reclamation
A nation reborn
Was saved at the Boyne.
To then in Diaspora,
Roll back the frontier,
Of forgetful America.
Those behind were left,
In defence of Irish threat,
On Somme battlefield did meet,
A terrible retreat.
Ulster's loyalty rewarded,
By parliament unwanted,
Police at birth disunited.
For Rome's mystery of Mass,
Ulster's children were segregated,
Christian Brothers to peddle,
Ourselves Alone to meddle,
A history rewritten,
The people dividen.
Ulster still sleeps,
And her people still weep
In bunker of division,
Through myth few see new vision,
Fear the roots of discrimination.
For those who do but vilify
Would change of name unify?
Non seers at Stormont
In debate procrastination
The destiny of the Ulster nation.
