Corn Market Belfast
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.
Copyright © Stephen Clarke | Year Posted 2010
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