Above Waterford, a sign of the times
Echoes the ardent woes of citizens.
Vanquished in bleak economic climes,
They remain hurling-hardy denizens.
Daubed on the white patch on Mount Misery
By youthful abseillers - brave?, desperate? -
'NOT OUR DEBT' in bold, painted clarity,
Cypriot graffitti, forever wet.
Watchful, the vanquished gather in the stand.
The field spots white and blue, tips blue and gold.
A woman rises, echoes the demand.
Her neighbour, in Déise colours old,
Bends, lifts and strikes the telling Exocet.
Her call: 'Come on lads, this is not our debt.'
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