Before Good Friday In Belfast

  Before Good Friday In  Belfast

By Paul McCann’

I was just a lad when things turned bad in Belfast

like a lamb at the gate in 1968  .

There were too many wolves in the fields  prowling around

with hungry eyes , blood thirsty and filled with hate ;

Between bullets and  bombs ,

burning buses and running riots

on the streets of Belfast everyday.

There were people who continued to walk and talk

and keep on living in a normal kind of way .

There were no masks to stop the CS gas

from penetrating your lungs as you took every breath .

,People got used to the daily chaos

in Belfast and the reality of death after death .

I remember some of those brave Belfast people

back then  like giants standing defiant and strong .

Those days have all gone and life goes on .

Peace has returned again to Belfast the 

place where I came from .

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