Tit for tat
Pat versus Brit
The trouble with trouble
Is all get hit
It strikes the infant in its cot
When Orange meets Green
And shot meets shot
From the Berlin Wall to the grey Shankhill
War laughs when the graves begin to fill
When the ash from Auschwitz reached the sky
War cheered as the millions marched to die
The leaders of war. They light death’s flame
Kill unarmed folk in religion’s name
Who in their right mind dislikes peace?
When will the bombs and the murder cease?
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