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