Must You Take Every Drop of This Joy?

Must you take every drop of this joy?

You starve us,
dim our lights.
then ask, "Where are we off to?"

My flamboyance and I are going as you wish.

You have deemed us nomadic
and crowned yourselves the settlers.

Does it not occur to you
that I, too, like you, may wish to settle?

We have left a place where we were safe to create
and celebrated.

Tell me this:
do you feel settled now?
Or do you only pretend?

What will be of you
when your descendants and we are gone?
Who then will wipe your dung?

Cheers to hoping you have given this much thought
and are not merely following trends.

Anyhoo, I bid thee adieu.

May all your wishes come true,
and may your Shamrocks stay fresh forever.