irish up your coffee

breakfast up your tea

If you look up precolonial Irish recipes

you find nine different kinds of curds and cream

now it’s baileys and Guinness

give us alcohol we’ll drink it

give us a cup we’ll put cream in it

Potatoes weren’t native

they were invasive

transplants are immigrants

and so were we for a time

The Irish religion, language, and culture

were already conquered

( baptized )

but most of us are still alive

A famine

and the ruining of a gut biome

are a lot harder to be mad at

than a genocide

the loss of tribe

My ancestors never owned African slaves

or hunted braves

Patrick was never a Saint

 and he wasn't banishing snakes

( history is complicated )

We are all bound by the strings of fate

the shackles of DNA

the myths we put to name

So let us drink and be merry

but let us also remember why

and not let sleeping dogs get lost to time