On Sighting Sandy Row
 

 
For the first time in my life, I made it to Belfast last Saturday,
and drove by this mural by accident. While explaining the
conflict to my two Polish friends, this poem popped into my mind...
 
Its written in the Standard Habbie format made famous
by the Bard of Ayrshire, Rabbie Burns
 
So that is where they come from
Who play the fife and bang the drum
And boldly up the street they come...
Butchers apron in the wind flying
Being called "Orange Bastards" and "Scum"
As to walk the Queens highway they are trying.
 
I saw a little... I saw all
A white backed mural on a gable wall
Not a pleasent area it I would call
That wouth give its youth some hope
And so they like their forefathers fall
Into hatred: shouting "Fuck the Pope"
 
Maybe yet on a day to arrive
Though by then I probably wont be alive
If tolerance can grow and survive
Both Gael and Scot
Shall help this nation heal bond and thrive...
Though prehaps not.


Poems on all topics for you to enjoy... "Writings in Rhyme" by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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