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Back Home In Derry

I hid behind the door
A small child with tumbling curls
Blue saucers for eyes
Just like all the other little Irish girls

Tanks rumbled past with soldiers aloft
Rifles armed and ready for action
Barbed wire fences replaced our freedom
Machine guns the main attraction

‘Buy now while shops last’ we used to joke
And daub the walls with slogans
But I was nine years old and knew nothing
My playmates were the Clarke’s and the Dolan’s

Down to the park we would bounce together
Hollering hard and loud in our Derry sound
A bomb nearby would blow us off the swings
We’d hop back on, too familiar with falling down

Bomb scares, left, right and centre
While people robbed the shops of all Left shoes
Barricades grew and rubber bullets brought men down
And they would yell “We’ll bloody have you’s”

No pretty flowers and houses filled our drawing page
Instead we drew carnage and wreckage
Everyday we heard about someone dying
Innocently doing their job, or lying

But what of it since 9/11
Nothing else is so important they say
Scare mongering propaganda keeping us afraid
And we should forget our own sad days

But I remember years of terror oh so very well
They wiped the smile right off my face
The twinkle of my empty canvass
Gone, lost somewhere in inner space

Back Home In Derry

Saso

Balgowlah, Australia

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A child growing up in a war zone!

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