Remember D-day.

Remember D-Day, why they died,
For freedom they tried.
For freedom they fought.
For us, freedom they bought.

06/06/05

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The Two Hundred.

Another killed,
More blood spilled.
Yet another dead,
Now two hundred.
Tragic milestone,
Accustomed we've 'grown'.

15/08/09

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Time Out.

Soul destroyed, pride almost gone.
Unemployed, for eternally long.
Time caught up with skills of old,
Mind and body, not enough against the modern world.

DEC' 1990

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Taking Liberties

Freedom of speech,
Sucked by a leech.
By ‘our' own Government,
Guilty until proven innocent.
No right to protest,
Warned of arrest.
Passing each ‘terrorism' act,
Eroding our rights, it's fact.!

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Do Not Want To Dream

DO NOT WANT TO DREAM.

Open eyes cannot keep,
On its way is sleep.
Happy dreams are no more,
Of the life before.
They only serve to remind,
Of good times behind.
Awake to see,
The reality.

09/07/12

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Enniskillen. (Own Goal.)

Memorial day, mourners blown away,
By minds of hatred, leaving eleven dead.
Scores more injured, their act back-fired.
The World condemns, from this peace stems.
Innocents paid the toll, for the terrorists own goal.

28/04/08

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Hope

We hope and we pray,
With every passing day.
For him to get well,
Only time will tell.
Hope for the best,
To awake from his rest.
All keep wishing and fighting,
We can't give in.
Thoughts must be positive,
All we can give.

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The Return.

For the ones who would return from the hell,
Some unable to talk, others, tales to tell.
Of heroism and loud glories,
Or of sadder muted stories.
Boys return as men,
Men return never the same.
All return with some sort of pain.

27/06/92

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What A Shame

Forty seven, if he was still living,
But it was not to be.
So much more he would of given,
Something upset his harmony.
It was meant for him not to live long,
Did he feel this inside,?
He died still strong.
And his spirit is still the guide.

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Call To Arms.

Caught up in the tide,
Of national pride.
Marching away as men and boys,
Amidst the flag waving, cries and noise.
Full of excitement, yet fears,
Behind restrained tears.
On course for another war,
Who knows what the future has in store?

26/06/92

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