When They March Besides Us
They say you only see them
When cannons sound.
They will walk the battlefield alone.
Or maybe they will fly across it,
Like black crows.
They say they are beautiful,
But nobody really knows.
For there are three of them,
Sisters who make one.
The ones who see them are
The ones we call heroes.
Or they may be the ones
We call the dead.
They were there at the cattle raid
Of Cooley where they said many
Would die. For they can
See the future. They told
The hero that he would die.
A brave warrior sees them
Before he wins the war.
The dying man sees them
washing his wounds as he
Is fated to die.
But I swear I saw them,
Three Goddesses
When I took to the streets,
To fight for what I thought
Was right. To fight against
What was wrong.
They were there, marching
Along side us.
Three beautiful women,
Fit to be queens.
The Irish said that they once were.
The Morrígan, they call them.
Badb, Macha, and Nemain.
They marched along side us.
I don’t remember cannons nor bullets.
I don’t remember death yesterday.
But who said it wasn’t a war still?
We are still fighting for our bodies.
Or our Earth. Our rights.
And now they view us, the ones
brave enough to speak up
As their championed warriors.
They said we will be victorious but
The war will be long and hard. Do
We believe them? I think we should.
They have brought the rise and fall
Of kings and heroes.
It would be unwise not to support them.
They once guarded their people. And
Now, they guard us. I support them
As my ancestors once did. I fear them too
Their wrath and their warnings.
The Morrígan is to be feared
When you stand on the other side.
They march with us when we are
Brave enough to fight back.
Brave enough to challenge the world.
You can see them when you speak up
You can see them when you fight back.
They don’t need cannons to appear
Nor do they need death.
They only need a brave voice
And then they will come.
And when they do come,
You better hope they are on your side.
With the Morrígan, it is win or lose.
If not, you are out of time for negotiation.
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