Neil Adams

Rookie (19/01/94 / Belfast)

Home - Poem by Neil Adams

Northern Ireland in the early days was not the place to be
The bombings the killings, things that could be seen
Terrorists of both sides fighting for their ground
This place was hell, no peace was ever found

People to scared to walk the streets, or even leave their home
The fighting between paramilitaries something I would not condone
But they were standing, for what they thought was right
I would just be happy, if I was still alive tonight

Bombings in Belfast, was just a normal day
With all these rules to follow, which they would not obey
All the riots where many died, they would give their life for land
They would see their life end by their nations hand

The troubles led to politics and many wont survive
We waited patiently but help would not arrive
We must try to live in this land alone
But in the end of the day, I still call it home


Comments about Home by Neil Adams

  • Rookie Mehraneh Hosseini (3/3/2012 4:48:00 PM)

    You did a great job Neil, It's beautiful, I like it so much.
    I think there's nothing worse than war and there is nothing better than Home.
    Keep working friend :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 3, 2012


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