A poem here written in the 1980s by the Manx nationalist Annette Bridson. It seems as relevant now:
If you could see this Isle today,
With torn towns and concrete fields
And men obsessed with interest yields?
What would you say of this ‘ferned Grot’
Now stagnant dead and foul ‘God Wot!’
And air that from pollution flows
And stunts the growth of plant and soul?
O poet of the inner eye
Who with thy words raised Manx on high
Give us the strength and foresight too,
To change this Isle, to think anew.
(Annette Bridson 1983)
Celtic League (9th February 2023)