Oh Mr Yeats

Oh Yeats you wrote of this terrible beauty And in your great poem you glorified death But it's been proved that even suicide cases At their last moment will struggle for breath. How can you serve your Country by dying for it? To me that's just a heroic suicide Perhaps Ireland's greatest was Daniel O Connell And it was of natural causes that he died. Those men who led the nineteen sixteen rising Were brave that from them can't be took away They died because they fought for love of Ireland But life for love too big a price to pay. And tell me what is fame and what is glory? So many people only live for fame In hope that after death they'll be remembered And that others will pay homage to their name. Oh Mr Yeats you said in death there's beauty But I cannot agree with what you've said I would take wealth and fame whilst I'm still living For such will be useless to me when I'm dead.