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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Clerics wring their hands in false piety And in the house of god The crucifix and the Kalashnikov Rest side by side A gauntlet of head scarf harpies Wait on the rain sheen pavements Children, hesitant, bewildered Follow the Pied Piper She stumbles, dropping her school books A gob of spit merging with tears on her cheek I raise the muzzle and stare into crazed eyes Begging for martyrdom I lift the little one to the safety of my arms Golden hair buried from terror The dimpled knuckles white on her ears Shutting out the screaming obscenities The Falls or the Shanklin Are overdue for the gathering of the clans But don’t arrive in your party dress The cocktail’s are not for drinking. A poem of my time in Ireland at the height of the Troubles, it concerns escorting a group of 6yr old Catholic children to school through a Protestant area in Belfast. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
For sure Ireland has had more than their share of religion against religion persecution. Good write ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
I recall the ditties of 'Castro in a mini-skirt'. The "Troubles" never seem to go away, and neither has she. She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I have studied the problem from Oliver Plunket( could have gone back to Henry VIII) to Bobbie Sands...a fear filled history...Hate on both sides, with the flag of Patriotism, and religophobia waving everywhere Like the black flag of the Daish. Your poem is well done, makes me feel deeply, the moments in it.. Thank You "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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