There goes another bomb
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A missile, bounces off the land- rover;
Lands in Orla’s back garden.
“Everybody out”, the soldier shouts.
Everyone listens, running, crying.
Petrified is about the word.
The bomb explodes most windows break.
Orla’s favourite wedding present smashes,
The insurance will pay….
Her memories won’t.
Down the road,
A brick hits the child.
Unconscious in being and soul,
Taught 'their wrong' he's right.
Or whatever that means..
Now the child will know,
The colour of his blood is the same as mine
Lying in hospital,
Feeling his parents pain, his parents guilt, and His parents way.
Across the street, the ‘Boys’ are out.
Young! Strong! Aimless in what they do,
What they have done and who they have hurt.
Destructiveness in their hands is but emptiness.
Understanding is incomprehensible.
The life we lead loves us throughout our days,
no matter if we beat, rape, or embrace.
"This area is cordoned off, please turn back"
Those immortal words,
They signal nothing but pain,
Like a knife through a nation’s soul that knows
No boundary in self-mutilation.
On they march, headstrong and blinkered.
More bricks, stones, mortars, punches and verbs fly.
Buses alight, police men down
Children crying, mothers screaming, fathers fighting.
The end is full of smoke,
And a long way away.