A fair city, if you’re fairly well-off. There is no air. Everyone is melting. Masses of workers commute from Galway, Cork, Limerick and Waterford to feed the voracious Capital. Not just a Capital city, but a hyper-city. Food banks either side of the M50. The last seagull seen decades before. Homeless people forming a desperate guard of honour on the Ha’penny. Nowhere for children to play. The coastline a preserve of the rich and powerful, partying and politicking from Drogheda to Rosslare. Smog dyed green for the tourists. Paddy’s Day under floodlights. Liffey catching fire – junkies toast their heroin over the flames. Kill me, I’m Irish. The second city of the American Empire – along with all the other second cities. No clean water but buckets of coffee, cola and cocaine. Gated communities protected by armoured security – collectively, the lock of the Irish. The city turning a sickly green – what patriotism! The Rising’s bicentenary only a year away…but nobody remembers what it was for.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…♧