Resurrected? Poem by Kevin Carney

Was I resurrected?
Like that Easter morn…
Did I end in failure?
Just like in Ireland in 16…
Was it belief that guided my way?
Or was it just the words I heard?
The band played on…
All in the name of the calling.
War; was it in the name of freedom?
Prejudice and disillusion…
The hatred of so many years…
Leading me down the way.
Was it that my parents robbed me of my destiny?
The stories of old, all in the name of God.
The family heritage…
The honor of Mother and Father…
Reading and writing became second to the cause.
My own innocence of growing…
Old before my time.
They just wouldn’t let me grow.
You could call it my destiny…
Turning me into hate and rage.
The bombs made and placed…
The innocent killed and maimed…
The conscience lost.
My belief in God all but a dream…
Of what should be.
The church… the pulpit they called for me.
To feed on the prophecy…
Keeping me on the road of the cause.
I must keep on being true to the green.
I have to wonder what will become of me.
Better yet what God will see?