Irish Crimes
An Irish lad
Of seven or so
Bears witness to the hate in his fathers eyes
As the British with guns walked on by
Never knew a soldier who wanted to die
Especially one not seeking battle
Ahhh but if eyes could kill
That Brit be dead dead dead
Poor little boy to see this at all
Fathers breeding hate to the sons
That British lad carrying a gun
That helped him not a lick
As the bomb went off
Nicked them all that day
Ten more Brits in boxes like chocolates
For an Irish feast
A young lad in London
An orphan created by cowardly acts
He longed for revenge
Said one day, I shall make Saint Patrick pay
One day, I shall make me father proud
A paddy bastard I shall stab
And feel might righty proud
Well luck seemed to be full of four leaf clover
For those two lads of hate would meet
Far away and across an ocean
Where two solitudes already live and breath
In a summer camp of northern adventure
Why they had such times and bonded well
They had no idea of their respective bloody hells
They were boys of dreams beneath it all
Hate had not the chance to fester and swell
So when they returned to their respective colors
They had learned from friendships and love of life
Hate should belong to the fathers
Never the sons
Clarification on:
Hate should belong to the fathers
Never the sons
Hate should belong to no one, I simply meant that we could solve alot in this world if it wasn't passed from generation to generation!!
Notes:
During the conflicts in Belfast a group in Quebec ran summer camps for Irish kids of both Catholic and Protestant areas of Ireland. Much harder for the parents to hate each other when the children bonded and became friends. I am trying to find out what group organized this so if anyone happens to have any information love to hear from them. I know there was a group that did the same in Chicago but haven’t been able to find any info about the group in Quebec.
In Quebec, they often refer to “The two solitudes” meaning the English and the French here, oh the irony that such a place saw fit to bring another two groups of people together. The world is always full of surprises!!!
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