"Son," he said, "one day he caught himself on one of his own traps and no one would assist him to get free. Hist own people scorned him, and turned t… - Bobby Sands

"Son," he said, "one day he caught himself on one of his own traps and no one would assist him to get free. Hist own people scorned him, and turned their backs on him. He grew weaker and weaker, and finally toppled over to die upon the land which he had marred with such blood. The birds came and extracted their revenge by picking his eyes out, and the larks sang like they never sang before."

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About Bobby Sands

Robert Gerard Sands (Irish Roibeard Gearóid Ó Seachnasaigh; 9 March 1954 – 5 May 1981) was a Northern Irish member of the IRA who died on hunger strike whilst imprisoned in HM Prison Maze for the possession of firearms. He was the leader of the protests in which ten prisoners eventually starved themselves to death. During his protest, which began on 1 March 1981, he was elected as a Member of Parliament as a Anti H-Block candidate at the April 1981 Fermanagh and South Tyrone by-election. While in jail, Sands became a writer of poetry. Bobby Sands was a radical catholic terrorist, who eventually starved himself to death, in a attempt to gain recognition as an Political Prisoner.

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Birth Name: Robert Gerard Sands
Alternative Names: Roibeard Gearóid Ó Seachnasaigh
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It is found in every light of hope, It knows no bounds nor space It has risen in red and black and white, It is there in every race. It lies in the hearts of heroes dead, It screams in tyrants’ eyes, It has reached the peak of mountains high, It comes searing ‘cross the skies. It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is "the undauntable thought", my friend,
That thought that says "I'm right!"

The winds of war came sweeping cruel,
The flower would not cry,
Oh, how it broke the freeman's heart,
To see the first rose die. Some soldiers plucked the garden's joy, And left a burning mark,
Upon the silver petalled bloom,
Now fettered in he dark.

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There’s an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down evil’s strangling vines, Like a slashing searing knife.

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