(By this shall all men know
that you are my disciples-
that you have love for one
another as I have loved you)
From planter sweat
And Irish stone
The walls arose
Beside the Foyle;
Where a foreign duo
In power combat
Conditioned the minds
Of a Christian people.
Rooting within the
Seeds of hatred
Which has flourished
For generations.
A paradox
Seeking resolution-
For their God
Is love and their
Share is hatred.
A resolution for
The good of all
Where genuine love
Replaces enmity:
Symbolised by an
Ancient structure
The Walls of Derry.
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