Bloody Sunday, 50 anni dopo la memoria della violenza degli inglesi sul popolo irlandese. BRITISH SOLDIERS, GO HOME!

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Raccontateci degli insabbiamenti , raccontateci di cinquant’anni di bugie , mezze verità e condanne mai arrivate. Raccontateci della sofferenza, del dolore, della tenacia di famiglie che hanno subito un lutto e che nonostante tutto cercano risposte e MAGARI giustizia , in un sistema marcio e colluso. Raccontateci la Verità se ne siete capaci.

Dalla pagina dell’Associazione Culturale Free Derry- 50 anni fa, il Bloody Sunday

 

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we’ll fight you for 800 more
If you stay British soldiers, if you stay
You’ll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip, and leave us bloody be
So go on home British Soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
We’re not British, we’re not Saxon, we’re not English
We’re Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your Union Jack, we want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more
So go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
We’ll fight them British soldiers for the cause
We’ll never bow to soldiers because
Troughout our history, we were born to be free
So get out British bastards leave us be
So go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
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