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Poetry

Northern Ireland

For you had suffered for too long, and the people paid the price. From Nationalists and republicans, and neither would heed advice. From the troubles in Derry, and the Killings in armagh, The Imprisonments in County Down, and bombings in Fermanagh. Too many fingers pointed, and executions commonplace, and far…
Emad Qweitin
14th July 2014
Poetry

More ‘ Troubles ‘

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…
Tom Mcgreevy
16th September 2010
Poetry

The Troubles in Northern Ireland

The men stood in the City The City torn between Fighting for Republic Or fighting for The Queen Religion was the reason So many people died Senseless slaughter, murder too It made man sick inside The local police were helpless The Murderers were free That's why these British soldiers Were…
Sig Calder W M
1st September 2010
Poetry

I betrayed her trust

Six-month undercover Living in ‘ The Creggan ‘ Got myself a girlfriend An Irish girl called ‘ Meggan ‘ Sometimes forget I’m ’ Army ‘ No ‘ Sir’s out on the street No bull*** with the uniform No Officers to greet A ‘ Handler ‘ I’ve not seen for weeks…
Tom Mcgreevy
14th January 2009
Poetry

Another boring night in Belfast

‘ Q ‘ cars painted yellow Next week painted red Have to keep then guessing Or we’d end up dead Driving through the ‘ Falls ‘ Two-up in the car Following ‘ The hit-men ‘ Heading for the bar Every night for one long week Their pattern stayed the same…
Tom Mcgreevy
2nd December 2008
Poetry

The VCP

The Irish Border lay ahead A half mile to the south ‘ Bandit Country ‘ this was named Passed on by word of mouth Our job to stop the smuggling Of ‘ Arms ‘ from The Republic Arms used by The IRA To kill and maim the public This was…
Tom Mcgreevy
22nd October 2008
Poetry

I’m a Soldier, get me out of here

I live on different levels Most days I’m not myself One day John, next day Jim It’s not good for my health I don’t know who I am today I could be you, or him But when I enter ‘Derry ‘ I must turn into Jim My cover is all…
Tom Mcgreevy
10th July 2008
Poetry

‘ Over the water ‘

Home on leave from ‘ Over the water ‘ Telling lies to Mum Working in deep cover Can’t tell what I’ve become What’s it like in ‘ Cyprus ‘ ? She asks without a clue Can’t tell her I’m in Ireland Can’t tell her what I do Each week she…
Tom Mcgreevy
7th July 2008
Poetry

Cover blown

Alone and injured Extraction requested Cover blown Survival tested One in the shoulder Hurts like Hell Will I make it Time will tell Drinking in a pub Eyeing the ‘ Players ‘ Patrol comes in Becoming betrayers “ Hi there mate, what you doing here ? “ Try to ignore…
Tom Mcgreevy
21st June 2008
Poetry

The Disposal Man

I kneel alone beside this bomb The public they’ve all ran They’ve put their trust in me today The ‘ Bomb Disposal Man ‘ They tell me I’m a hero The sweat runs down my nose One small mistake from shaking hands And up the bugger goes I’m actually a…
Tom Mcgreevy
4th June 2008