Brendan and Bobby
BRENDAN AND BOBBY
Brendan joined the Provos in the spring of seventy eight
The local pub was bombed and killed his brother and his mate
Bobby joined the UDR when he was seventeen
His uncle had been murdered, in the colours of the Queen
Brendan had his first kill and he got the taste for more
He shot a local soldier, in the family’s grocery store
Bobby got his hatred from the Catholics he would meet
He was kicked and spat at, out patrolling on the street
Brendan made his first bomb, in the basement of a bar
It killed a Prison Officer, when it blew apart his car
Bobby lost a colleague in an ambush late one night
He took a bullet to the throat, just to Bobby’s right
Brendan placed explosives, in an old abandoned shop
He fell as he was leaving and he heard his ankle pop
Bobby manned a checkpoint, when he heard the painful yelp
He thought he’d check the building, just to see if he could help
Brendan gazed at Bobby, as the sweat ran down his face
He knew they’d take their last breath in that old abandoned place
A blinding flash and thud, both men tossed into the air
The whole place collapsed on top of them and crushed the dying pair
A Mother sits in Chapel and she sheds a painful tear
Some people watch the funeral of a young dead volunteer
A Mother sits in Church with a medal on her chest
A piper plays a slow lament and Soldiers laid to rest
Copyright © Leslie Wilson | Year Posted 2018
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