Old Wounds Heals
got me thinking about
when i was young
drawing a picture scar
shopping with
my parents
in north
of ireland
british armed soldiers
pointing guns at us
security checkpoint
i remember
a cold feeling
running down
my spine
mum warning us
to keep the noise down
these people
are dangerous
could kill you
in a second
she said
to us
say your prayers boys
guns are upon you
feeling darkness crawl
the devils tools
ten at the time
stepping out
of the car
my father grabbed
the barrel roughly
of the gun
with venom
in his voice
the blood boiled
feeling fathers rage
in the child witness
to such an act
roughly saying
stop pointing
that gun
at my children
makes one cry
how a world
they sat by
saw or country
in pain and suffering
being tortured
love is peace
terrorists are armed
soldiers employed
to kill innocence
you are now
seeing the world
through wisdom
grants you keys
into the souls eyes
that have saw suffering
become meek
crying a child
in fear
seeing my father
brought to his knees
on the ground
my mother
going crazy crying
saying what
is wrong
with you people
a higher
ranked soldier
walks in saying
that is enough lads
leave the man
to get back and sort
his noisy family
out laughing
like we were
beneath him
i hugged my dad
thought they
were going
to kill him
i remember
gritting my teeth
an oath
one made
as a child
when i get older
i will kill you
to this day
i remember
his face
that of darkness
a ten year old child
looking at the power
of the gun
staring growling
into the face
distorted sight
of a laughing satan
of a man
leaving a scar
on a child
one of
pure innocence
you really
got me thinking
opening up
inside the mind
on this
one wound
i have long
forgiven them
but it was
rememberance day today
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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