I LIE AWAKE AND WONDER, WILL THEY START AGAIN? THE FIRING OF THE GUNS, THE TERRIBLE SOUND OF PAIN THE TERROR AND THE FEAR- WE HAVE TO REMAIN HERE AND FAR AWAY IN THE DISTANCE, I HEAR THE DRUMS, THE BEATINGS THEY RECIEVE, AND I PICTURE ALL THE MANY WHO ARE INNOCENT AND YET FEAR. WILL THERE BE PEACE? WILL THERE BE WAR? THIS WAS A QUESTION THAT IS NO MORE. THE FAMILY CRY IN ANGUISH FOR THE CHILDREN THEY HAVE LOST, THE HANGMAN'S NOOSE IS OPEN READY THE RECIEVE ANOTHER GUEST. AND YET I HEAR THE CRIES, THE TERRIBLE SOUND OF PAIN, AND I THINK, MY GOD, IT'S STARTED AGAIN.
Reason for writing:
As I live in Northern Ireland, I decided to write a poem
expressing people's feelings towards the troubles here.
This was a poem written for peace, a poem from the heart.
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