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Sinead O'Connor

was one of us

Grew up in Dublin'sTemple Bar.

Beautiful creative spirit

Now just bones in the yard

Rockstar patron sainthood

Ireland's punk bard Joan of Arc

Called religion out on the carpet

Faithful were enraged

Ripped up their hallowed masthead

On the world stage, unafraid

Screamed Me Too

Ahead of the curve

Unfortunately, message still resonates

Today

There will be another

Ireland grows poets on trees

Her World Party dance cut short

Spiritual disease.

Changes hats, reinfects

Can't see the forest

Through the trees

Gets lonely there in isolation

And we know

Alone can be

Bad company

When dark thoughts come

Pick up the pen

Or the phone

There's always a friend

Before the coup de gras

Performance

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