Corn market Belfast

Written by: stephen clarke

Where the gallows once stood 
and souls met their demise.

Where the gatherings scowled
and dead eyes met the ground.

Where the guilty paid homage
as corruptness prevailed.

Where divinity withered 
and turmoil was praised.

Where the merriment beamed
as they killed in his name.

A preacher now rants pon' 
these cold bricks of shame.