Charles Baddeley

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Who lurks in the dim lit street?
Perhaps each shadow hides a form.
A crime of fearful retribution mete.
A mask of hate, trained to deform.
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I hear the soft cadence of your voice,
gladly saying that you are mine.
Your beauty is with me in my dreams;
smiling as you seek my hand.
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The Best Poem Of Charles Baddeley

Belfast

Who lurks in the dim lit street?
Perhaps each shadow hides a form.
A crime of fearful retribution mete.
A mask of hate, trained to deform.

Revenge moves with reckless force, unhinged.
A pride, or greed; no Christ like act.
A young man shoots dead, without a twinge
No thought up murder, to enact.

A body falls in silent death;
blood pulsing form the hideous wound.
Reduced to useless frame, without breath.
A victim to the desolate darkness attuned.

For this is Belfast, where life is cheap;
where, who strikes first lives another day.
The World sheds tears and angels weep
for these sad people who have lost their way.

They could be happy, if they followed close
the laws of heaven ascribed for their good use.
This is ignored, leaving them hopeless and morose
There seems no end to this killing and abuse.

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temple36bellsouth.net 25 June 2022

I'd like to have the poem in 'Belfast' given during the funeral scene.

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