Learning about the IRA

See, this is why I am an English major...you can be learning about the social movements of the IRA and be lead to great works of poetry...we are everywhere!

Here's one excerpt from one of W.B. Yeats' poems. We read it after looking at the gravesite for fallen IRA soldiers at Arbor Hill. (Just to set some reference.)

Enjoy.

The Ghost Of Roger Casement
by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

I poked about a village church
And found his family tomb
And copied out what I could read
In that religious gloom;
Found many a famous man there;
But fame and virtue rot.
Draw round, beloved and bitter men,
Draw round and raise a shout;
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.