Apollo House
There’s a temple to the sun god
On Dublin’s darkest street
We cleared it out, we’re knocking it
And building something sleek
But they came from the shadows
On Dublin’s darkest street
And opened empty chambers
So they could bless the meek
I wake up in Rathfarnham
The light blows cold from Wicklow hills
And no one chokes and vomits
In doorways during winter chills
I’m not a social worker
I don’t understand the facts
I don’t know if this will work
But I’ll salute the acts
Of those who clear the temples
Of rotting gods and greed
And in that place put beds and books
Give people what they need.
There’s a temple to the future
Where a sun begins to rise
As fine a gesture of this clan
As Dublin could devise.
John Moynes
Earlier: Chain Reaction
Thanks Frankie
Sam Boal/Rollingnews
It’s All Good :-)
bualadh bos, John!!
Lovely.
Top notch
Job’s oxo. Very nice, John.
I like it, but am stumped on the ” temple / sun god” bit :)
never mind… Apollo can be many gods, including the sun god.. oops :)
Nice one Mr. Moynes