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1981
As black flags ruffled,
And Mother's prayed,
One hundred candles were lit,
With his life he payed.
Don't let another one die
,My son is not a criminal,
A prisoner of war,
Their life's all terminal.
Two county's of ownership,
Both religions unstable,
Hundreds have died now,
The people incapable.
Their walls full of blood,
Slop out those dirt pans,
The prison couldn't care less,
God bless sweet Bobby Sands.
And Mother's prayed,
One hundred candles were lit,
With his life he payed.
Don't let another one die
,My son is not a criminal,
A prisoner of war,
Their life's all terminal.
Two county's of ownership,
Both religions unstable,
Hundreds have died now,
The people incapable.
Their walls full of blood,
Slop out those dirt pans,
The prison couldn't care less,
God bless sweet Bobby Sands.
Published 18th Apr 2011
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25th Apr 2011 7:46am
i dont know man ,i mean coming from the island i get the content.the title might suggest a more comprehensive insight into the debacle that was 1981,for one thing 10 men died on the hunger strikes.
i get that this is your take on what was a sad year for the "people" and of course you have every right of expression.its just the poem seems to lack conviction .
i get that this is your take on what was a sad year for the "people" and of course you have every right of expression.its just the poem seems to lack conviction .
