by Emad Qweitin | Jul 14, 2014 | Poetry
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...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Sep 16, 2010 | Poetry
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...
by Sig Calder W M | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry
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...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jan 14, 2009 | Poetry
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 No word from him...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Dec 2, 2008 | Poetry
‘ 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 The ‘ hit-team ‘...
