Poetry

More ‘ Troubles ‘

By 16th September 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

First the left elbow
Then in the right
An I.R.A. grass
Was dealt with tonight

A round in each kneecap
To finish the job
The Nutting Squad laughing
The victim just sobs

The punishment finished
A Belfast dark lane
Crippled for life
He wont walk again

A warning to others
Don’t speak to The Brits
They leave him alive
His body in bits

This was the reality
Of Irelands damp streets
Way back in the 70’s
The Gunmen elite

2010, it’s starting anew
Re-born by the madmen, The Troubles again
Don’t let it happen, don’t let them win
The Troubles in Ireland, all over again

Tom Mcgreevy

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