Bara Cailín 5: 32 ‘Blunting chisels on the bricks’
Thousands of hands all hammering and hurting as the walls of St. Patrick’s Cathedral put up their greatest resistance to the throngs now forced to pulled this building to the ground.
Crowds swarming forward, climbing high and falling from ladders. Blunting chisels on the bricks but not stopping; using the handles to get the job done.
Searchlights and armed guards make sure the work doesn’t halt. The exhausted stepping over the fallen. The fallen crushed beneath panicked feet.
Families forced apart.
Children scattered everywhere.
Helping. Helpless. Howling. Ignored.
Nothing matters now.
Only futile labour.