I fire the gun through the open window of the car
I don't intend to kill you
Just to stop you
Just to prove to you
That I am right and you are wrong
To prove my uniform is power
This is the way I was born and bred
In hindsight it has proven we both were wrong
(ulster troubles about an incident in 1978 written in 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem