This is a humble tribute to a kindred spirit, poet, musician, soldier and far, far braver man than I could ever hope to be. While adhering to the ancient Gaelic ‘Brehon Law of Fasting,’ Bobby took no food or water for sixty-six days in pursuit of his quest for freedom, equality, honor and justice for all.

He took his last breath on May 5th 1981. He was just 27 years old.

The writer, when the compulsion to write gnaws at his very marrow, and invades his senses with that unforgiving, ruthless relentlessness, will write. Nothing or no-one will deter him. He will retreat and seek solitude in the forest shadows or he will climb the summit of the nearest crag or he will huddle, cold and wet, in a stone hut on the bleak moor. No matter what his immediate surroundings be, he will write. He must write. He can’t not write. Even confinement in a prison cell, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, will not stop him. He will write on anything available to him; walls, slate, clay tablets, animal skin, and the palm of his own hand. Bobby Sands used cigarette papers as his parchment, then smuggled them out of prison for the world to read.


A cold stone slab bruised hungry bones

as he lay on the floor all alone.

His life ebbed nigh, but his spirit held high

for soon he would feast with his own.

The visions he saw, the hope that he felt

would never be taken by force.

His will was complete, his heart one last beat

now the way He would lead to the source.


Asked, “Why, Oh Why did you have to die

on this accursed foreigner’s floor?”

Answered, “It has to be Me, so it will not be you,

now I’ll go and throw open the door.”


A piper’s lament was heard in wide space

as the warrior was laid in his grave.

The lark soared high in a sorrowful sky

when Bobby left us and joined with the brave. 


From "Don't Die With Regrets: Ireland and the Lessons my Father Taught Me."

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Comment by Norah McEvoy on May 4, 2017 at 8:55pm

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on May 4, 2017 at 9:00pm

Hi Norah. your comment didn't show .

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Comment by That's Just How It Was on May 5, 2017 at 9:43am

What a beautiful tribute to a a man , who fought fir freedom, in his silent cell.. .

Comment by Colm Herron on May 5, 2017 at 9:57am

I remember it all well John. It's sore to remember. After his death I bought a book of his poetry. He had to write like he had to breathe. What you've done here is special John. 

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Comment by That's Just How It Was on May 5, 2017 at 11:05am

I remember it as well Colm... Bobby Sands picture up all over the Town.. A very special young man, who gave all he could for the country that he loved... 

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on May 5, 2017 at 7:06pm

Thanks Mary. He was a courageous young man for sure.

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on May 5, 2017 at 7:08pm

Yes Colm, he touched many hearts around the world.

Comment by Norah McEvoy on May 6, 2017 at 1:50pm

Sorry my comment didn't show, John. I only wondered if u were at home or abroad during the '81 Hunger Strike as ur poem is so poignant and detailed of the conditions the men/Bobby were in while still in the cells, before being moved to the 'prison hospital', that u could've been there and I thank u sincerely for  it...

Comment by John Anthony Brennan on May 6, 2017 at 5:20pm

Hello Norah, I was living in Lismore park at the time and remember saying the rosary every night at 6pm on the square. Dark times for sure but still vivid.

Comment by Richard R. Mc Gibbon Jr. on May 22, 2017 at 6:04pm

I care not for the thistle and I care not for the rose

For when bleak winds run us whistle, neither down or crimson show

But like hope to him that is friendless and no joy around is seen,

Over his grave with a love that's endless, blooms his own immortal green.   Slainte


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