We, the Irish

We, the Irish
are sinners,
the worse sorts
in the world.
We argue and fight
against our fathers,
out mothers, our brothers
and our sisters.
We fight against our families
and friends.
When we are not fighting
our kith and kin,
we are fighting against our foes
and when we are not fighting
against our foes,
we are fighting against the world.
We waste our time
squabbling, quarreling and drinking.
We are worms
in the mud.
Dirt, filthy and unclean.

Our hearts are harden,
and our hands are covered
in blood.
Yet we give thanks
to LORD GOD our maker
for sending his Son,
to die for our sins,
when we did nothing
to deserve it.