Belfast And Broken Glass

Belfast And Broken Glass

By Paul McCann

From my hotel room I heard an awful boom

and I lay down on the bed .

There were riots on the streets outside

and bullets were claiming the dead .

There was a parcel lying at the G.P.O. i

t was ticking away inside ,

So I ran away down the Avenue

and I found a  place to hide .

Belfast and broken glass ,

like a shattered dream

with no waking up it seemed

from the bloodbath in Belfast

but those times have gone

and things have moved on

and there’s peace at last

and the broken glass is seen no more

and there’s no gunmen  knocking on the door

and no more screams like it was before .

So  I bought a car and gave it some TLC

and went to see the city.

The troubles had gone

and there was no more broken glass that I could see .

Belfast and broken glass ,

like a shattered dream

with no waking up it seemed

from the bloodbath in Belfast

but those times have gone

and things have moved on

and there’s peace at last

and the broken glass is seen no more

and there’s no gunmen  knocking on the door

and no more screams like it was before .

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