The Phoenix of Peace

Deep in the heart of Ireland there runs A dark belief the future rests on guns In the midst of a riot in the city of Derry That sinister undercurrent was in play It was then that Lyra, just doing her job Took snaps to record the rioting mob. Here was a promising young reporter Whom many a paper hankered after Yet a single bullet from an illicit gun Ended a career so bravely begun. This innocent target felled by a single shot Became the shadowy gunman's scabrous blot For out of that Good Friday's grim testament There has grown full community agreement That terrorists must never again stalk the land To dismantle the dialogue of peace long since planned. Out of the ashes , we hope , of the martyrdom of Lyra McKee Will Ireland from vile and callous terrorism be now set free.