Discontent and the tragedy of poverty

starve our bloody English history

truth as the political tanks, soldier boys

and girls march past peace and hope.  A simple

twist of fate and green bullets have masked a ceasefire and

nothing is left but blood and havoc to wreck a longing for

tolerance. See the defiance deep in Phoenix Park, religion

and farce unite while idle, drunk children spray paint the brick

and dear Louis sleeps twenty feet deep.

‘Father Ted is a lovely old bloke but all priests are paedos’ and

an Irish tradition that is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.

The Maze, a legacy of famine, meaning

spuds sands dirty protest and a clean fresh start.

An opportunity for murder at Enniskillen brings retribution

and a commitment to the legitimate suffering of ár fir