Post IV✉️ A Letter for the Children of Éire

From a Citizen Who Has Not Forgotten

To whom it may concern,

I write not out of anger, but out of sorrow. And a fire that won’t let me stay silent.

Ireland today faces a heartbreaking contradiction:

• We are buying entire hotels for those fleeing war and persecution, and rightly so.

• Yet more than 16,000 of our own people, including over 4,000 children, remain homeless in our own land.

These are not statistics. These are sons and daughters of Éire.
Some born into tents. Some sleeping in cars. Some raised on hope stretched too thin.

And still, there is no European mandate to house them.
No international outcry. No emergency summit.
Because their suffering is called a domestic issue.

But how can we, in good conscience, fulfill every external obligation while failing the sacred trust of our own?

I believe in compassion, for all people.
But charity that forgets its own children is not charity at all. It is political theatre.

We are not against the newcomer.
But we ask this, clearly and loudly:

Where is the mandate to house the children of Ireland?
Where is the billion-euro fund for the girl without a pillow, the boy without a home?

We are told this is complex. That it takes time. That these things are hard.

But when the will is there, the money flows.
When the pressure comes from Brussels, we move mountains.

So let me say this with all the strength of our ancestors behind me:

We, the people of Ireland, call for a national Mandate of Care,
a binding, moral and constitutional promise that no Irish child shall ever again be without a home.

Let this be the new sovereignty of our time.

We can welcome others and still protect our own.
But to fail our children is to fail the soul of the nation.

We are not the forgotten ones.
We are Éire.
And we remember.

With truth and love,
A father, a neighbour, a flame in the mirror.
Lumen