Begone! She has gone,
That Garda Commissioner wan,
That Nóirín not-so-bán,
That Nóirín O’Sullivan (1).
She’s gone, that Nóirín,
Decamped, fled the scene;
Wants to put it all past her,
The two-year job complete disaster.
Ducking and diving in the dance,
Six years, second-in-command
She was there at the right hand
Of Garda Commissioner Callinan.
But yet she claimed ignorance
Tried to stand a safe distance
From corruption and paedophile smear
Of a man who spoke out without fear.
Tried to sail on through the storm,
Claimed interference with police reform
But now she has finally gone:
There has been too much exposure,
The State now is seeking closure,
Politicians and media must collude
The concerned public to delude.
Let the hue and cry die right down,
To yet another pass the crown,
Hope the people will not recall;
And that memory in time will pall.
This Force is rotten to the core,
So to remain for ever more,
To protect the rule of a rotten few
For which it was shaped in ’22.
(A few days ago Nóirín O’Sullivan, Gárda Commissioner — the most senior position in the police force of the Irish state, gave six hours’ notice of resignation from her post. She took over from Martin Callinan, who had also resigned his post in the midst of controversy over widespread false reporting of drink-driving stop-and-test by Gardaí; also the attempt to silence, discredit and smear as a paedophile Garda McCabe who exposed the frauds. Another Garda officer who whistleblew was also hounded. Subsequently, the scandal of the holding of bank accounts in individual officer’s names in which government police funds were being kept also erupted.)