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His Majesty's Crime Minister
Auschwitz is mocked; His silence condemns all
who wallow in innocent blood before a World
that cries out Shame!...He’s none...that’s wasted breath.
His quietus murders Babes with help from Hell:
whilst Heaven howls out vengeance for their deaths,
that Coward’s silence speaks with eloquence.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 3rd June 2025
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 9:07 am
Whited Sepulchres
Flag-shaggers claim The Silence is their own:
one such, in ignorance, presumed my guilt,
and sneered: “he is alone”, but knew not why;
“He’s running free”, sez he, “why’s that allowed?”
I say to him: “Mate, you know bugger-all:
five comrades, blown to bits of blood and bone,
must keep their silence now, that of the grave;
the silence that I keep has been dear bought,
...
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