I was red, white, and blue.
No surrender, God bless the Queen
The most loyal protestant you’d ever seen
Orange lodge and marching band
Sword and Bible, all at hand
But that was then, and this is now.
I was green, white, and gold
A united Ireland, God bless the Holy Father
The most devout catholic you’d ever seen
British out, up the I,R,A,
Armalite and rosaries all at hand
But that was then, and this is now
Now I’m in my later years
I think long and I think hard
I wondered why, not so longago
I thought I was a colour
I thought my friends and my enemies were colours
But none of that nonsense for me now
I won’t kill, or be killed for a colour
People die for lots of reasons
Famine, pestilence, flood, or storm
Or any number of other causes
But surely not for being a colour
Jew, Gentile, Black, Yellow, Red, or White.
Were all the same in God’s pure light.
In reference to the past troubles in Northern Ireland, thankfully now over, it s just a poem, with no judgements on any one side or the other, in the conflict