Belfast
He was a Catholic, my man
not me, I'm C of E
but they shot him,
my man
He did not help the IRA
no way
Quietly working at his job
his way
We were a family, 2 girls, 2 boys
us 4
No cash to spare when they demanded more
They beat him up
when coming home
and by the churchyard shot him
all alone
It may be peace now
but I fear
they'll take my son now for revenge
near here
Oh they say there is peace now
and shame
but there is still the massacres and the shootings
in God's name
Copyright © Terry Vannecksurplice | Year Posted 2014
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