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got me thinking about
 when i was young 
drawing a picture scar
shopping with 
my parents
 in north 
of ireland 
british armed soldiers 
pointing guns at us 
security checkpoint

i remember 
a cold feeling 
running down 
my spine
mum warning us 
to keep the noise down 
these people
are dangerous 
could kill you 
in a second
she said 
to us 

say your prayers boys 
guns are upon you 
feeling darkness crawl
the devils tools 
ten at the time 
stepping out 
of the car 

my father grabbed 
the barrel roughly
of the gun 
with venom 
in his voice
the blood boiled
feeling fathers rage
in the child witness

to such an act
roughly saying 
stop pointing 
that gun 
at my children 
makes one cry 
how a world 
they sat by 
saw or country 
in pain and suffering
being tortured

love is peace 
terrorists are armed 
soldiers employed
to kill innocence 
you are now 
seeing the world 
through wisdom 
grants you keys 

into the souls eyes 
that have saw suffering 
become meek 
crying a child 
in fear 
seeing my father 
brought to his knees
on the ground 

my mother 
going crazy crying 
saying what 
is wrong 
with you people
a higher 
ranked soldier 
walks in saying 
that is enough lads

leave the man 
to get back and sort 
his noisy family 
out laughing
like we were 
beneath him 

i hugged my dad 
thought they 
were going 
to kill him 
i remember 
gritting my teeth 
an oath 
one made 
as a child
when i get older
i will kill you 

to this day 
i remember 
his face 
that of darkness
a ten year old child 
looking at the power 
of the gun 

staring growling 
into the face 
distorted sight 
of a laughing satan 
of a man
 leaving a scar 
on a child
 
one of 
pure innocence 
you really 
got me thinking
opening up 
inside the mind
on this
 one wound
i have long
 forgiven them 
but it was 
rememberance day today
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