Bloody Sunday Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

In Ireland on the 30th of January
14 men lost their lives at a march in Derry
While we in the south turn on our T.V
Read the newspapers as we had our tea.

Come on ye Irish men and ye the woman to
Tell us the politician what you want us to do
Do you want a division to divide north and south
Its is your decision for you all to sort out

Now, Chichester Clark, he was here for a while
But sure he resigns and went in exile
Then premier O'Neil was the next in rule
Sure he ended up like a dam silly fool

Come on ye Irish men and ye the ladies to
Tell us the politician what you want us to do
Do you want a division to divide north and south
Its is your decision for you all to sort out

Us here in south Ireland have been quiet for too long
As we listen to our ballad singers singing their songs
Their songs are of sorrow, grief, sadness, and murder
In our towns and our cities, Derry, Belfast and Ulster

Come on ye Irish men and ye the ladies to
Tell us the politician what you want us to do
Do you want a division to divide north and south
Its is your decision for you all to sort out'

Brian Faulkner enter the political game
Peace did not come. the bloodshed was the same
Bombs went off in the north and in the south
Gun smuggling was what the bold Charlie was about

Come on ye Irish men and ye the ladies to
Tell us the politician what you want us to do
Do you want a division to divide north and south
Its is your decision for you all to sort out'

written back in 1972