Wednesday, 21 February 2007

The Informer

Reality ebbs away unseen
reason muted in a hazy screen
of insane dreams and mumbled screams
of better tomorrows and might have beens

Crippled with fear
and impending doom
rooted in time
in a fly infected room

A 40 watt bulb,
naked, no shade
a trestle table
ready made

Pitiless faces
four in all
no emotion
no recall

Sentence passed
With final glares
God be with you
Solemn stares

Reality now
is a potholed road
on the floor
of a transit van

Hooded and gagged
just part of a load
two miles
from Crossmaglen

Too late for all but sorrow
and the swirling mists of regret
on a highway littered with heartbreak
in the land that god forgot.

Festering of Resentment

Flee from the lengthening shadows
fraught with fear and dread
of nutured hopes abandoned
and now proclaimed dead;
as sneaking wisps of darting flame
ignite the tortured air
and fly on high, to scorch the sky
to flourish and to prosper.

Flee from the hordes
out of their path
and leave the streets
to their wrath
and crazed eyes
and realise;

Their reason routed
in insane rage
at callous clowns
and hypocrites

And pious pleadings
deadened now
in no go zones
by petrol bombs

Goaded, tormented
devoid of pity
no sanity lingers now

Stalk the heart
of the inner city
retribution freely vowed

Merciless vengence
strike and be damned
succumb or surrender
forever be damned

Tearaway the facade
strip the veneer
behead the master
exult in his fear

Topple him from his stolen throne
stand him naked on his own
let him live
just once
like us


Cindy, where's your daddy
Is he coming home today
Is he down the bogside
Or has he gone away?
Has he gone to England
Where all the daddies go
Or will he come before we end and see our puppet show?

Cindy let's be going, your da's not going to come,
Maybe he's down at Murphy's and probably drinking rum.
Our Ma's will both be worried
and wondering where we are.
Come on, let's go, let's hurry
There's soldiers in that car.

Cindy go to sleep now
Put your dolly down
Wrap your self up well now
in your brand new eiderdown.
Your daddy won't be long now, he's only been delayed.
he'll be with you bye and bye
One of these fine days.