Among The Living
| Tim MacGlashen |
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| i was on the front line of the march down on william street crowd a cheering, some stones were thrown but otherwise at peace gas was fired by th army, the marchers sprayed with dye someone shouted saracens are coming on rossville street they road a hall of shots rang out, crowd taken unawares there were people lying, creeping, running, screaming everywhere bullets coming from all directions, under fire when we moved our heads though we approaced the soldiers with our hands up in the air now the ropes slip gently /neath your back lowered to a peace that you have gained among the living dressed in black i'm left standing over, standing over your grave running by the rubble barricades just past glenfada park i was dragged out by my hair on the ground, crawling to your side a man took his coat off, put it under your sweet head father daly whispered last rites, but you were gone high up on a hill of creegan derry mourned the fall when i pray to god i ask him what's the meaning of it all This page has been viewed 1200 times |
| Lo-Fi Version | Time is now: 13th December 2010 - 08:52 PM |
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