Bobby Sands Wonderhouse Of Invisible Strength

Don't let them in.

Your skin is a relic

In a maze

Of decent people.

 

The skeleton you gave away, the one

You gifted the children of Ireland

Is now and always will be

A fortress for us

 

As warriors, stubborn with passion

And righteousness

Starved to death for a basic request

Of acknowledgement.

 

But remember

The war is far from over,

Not the war of the desert

As media commentates

But our own brutal war

Of imperial resistance,

 

The ceaseless aching chase

For the missing piece,

Our severed pulse

Of the north.

You are not forgotten.

 

As H Block reminds

With a chill in every county

Freedom in this instance

Can only be achieved

By taking back our country

With force.

◄ 100,000 Years From Civillization

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Laura Taylor

Thu 19th Jan 2012 11:00

Good and clever piece this...some would say courageous, much like the man himself. I really like this, and how you've managed to get 'maze' in there so smoothly. Terrorist or freedom fighter? 'warriors' - too right, well said

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 18th Jan 2012 16:00

A perceived enemy can be a matter of time and circumstance. One wonders how the inhabitants of H Block might have dealt with imprisonment by the Japanese of WW2. For all their merciless brutality towards their captives - even to inflicting pitiless death - there is no account of any of their prisoners resorting to what is politely referred to as the "dirty protest".
Time and circumstance....

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