SCREAMING SHELLS.

Screaming shells
A sea of mud
A living hell
Where the good died young
The stench of death forever hung
Over trenches
Filled with broken men
Whose sightless eyes
Remember when
The sun shone, 
And birds soared
Now freedom’s gone 
And cannons roar.
The sky rains death.
Mustard gas 
Steals every breath.
Lungs burning 
From the deadly smoke
Barbed wire rips, 
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LEARNING TO DANCE.

When I was young I learned to dance.

Early on I took the chance to swerve,

To have the nerve to move my hips,

Have the balls to move my lips and shout.

There never was a moment of doubt

I would be the one to blame.

I would have a claim to fame.

I would be the one who’s always brash.

I would be just Northern trash, with attitude.

The one who’s r...

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