It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
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In the noise and dust of that dark day
When pain and anger mingled.
Where Love was driven on with whips and jeers
shouldering the oppressive burden of a sinful world.
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A Father's Medals World War One
The wrist band from a stillborn son
The first picture of the two (now three)
An Old Irish Fiddle, Left to me
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Throw off the soft cheeks of childhood
But not the joy nor laughter.
Let not the dragon's roar
stop your eyes and ears.
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I am a man of two green islands
Which by unhappy force and nature
Have become home to five peoples
Not that these people are different
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In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
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You who were the 'Chosen',
you who suffered long.
You who wore the yellow star,
The victims of great wrongs.
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YOUNG SONS
A mother takes down a photo
And she holds it to her breast
Just has she’d done the child it shows
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God's dog he barketh never
His tail is ever still
For heaven hath no cats to taunt
Nor rabbits yet to kill
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He sat and cocked his head
so that his eyes seemed almost
vertical.
Unfortunately
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