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Belfast child ...

it was born on one fine Belfast spring morn
in the year nineteen sixty nine
a spirit arrived amid pride and joy
to a caring kin that wanted for a boy

he opened his eyes and to his surprise
witnessed his first daylight
he took a breath and entered in
to the world that would consume him

and stood above was a dad so fine
looking down at the next in line
a smile confirmed this dads delight
of a son that could continue the fight

yes the feeling of love filled the room
and the boy child sensed his destiny
this soul grew up to fit right in
to a world outside filled with sin

he learned the way of this city’s plight
and absorbed its harsh rules without a fight
he saw the right in the obvious wrong
that divided this place for way too long

yes another soul destroyed by so called strife
and who really cared for this sons life
a people fulfilled with religious hate
prepared to chart their children’s fate

and across the divide another people reside
with the same damned intractable intention
the youth now poisoned with each others dislike
the fables told their future robbed

now men they pride in their precious lives
so bigoted and so narrow minded
and yet it seems that these sides exist
in some form of tolerated concord

but the boy now man his soul destroyed
continues to survive on his sacred soil
and he fails to see a better way
to live love and dream of a brighter day

than that day he was born on that Belfast spring morn
in the year of sixty nine
the next of kin will be born right in
to the realm of hatred and sin

I know this man so bent and damned
I see him every day
on every street across our land
his face so scorned and grey

perhaps one day this man will change
or his son might break the mould
and the walls will fall and hands outreach
so that hatred dies then we may live in peace

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the life of the Belfast child … from my own perception while growing up as a boy and witnessing the lives of friends … some of those same friends now exist with the hope and desire to ‘break that mould’!

Inspired by the song by Simple Minds ‘Belfast child’ …. a favourite of mine for personal reasons.

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Comments

  • tkrosevear
    tkrosevearover 5 years ago

    Beautifully written, here’s your MUSIC Dave ;) xoxox

  • :-) x

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • Dawn B Davies-McIninch
    Dawn B Davies-...over 5 years ago

    a fabulous written piece dave,dawnx

  • thanks Dawn

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • deegarra
    deegarraover 5 years ago

    very beautiful. written so well..

  • thank you

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • Tony Ryan
    Tony Ryanover 5 years ago

    Very deep and true writing. I think that most of us are raised to live against the truth of our own essence. However the people who raise us this way have also been raised to go against their own truths. I believe that two lines are apt here. The first is “the sins of the father are visited upon the son” and the other is “the buck stops here”. I believe it is up to the sons and daughters of humanity to understand the conditioning of their parents and in this understanding to follow what is right over what is conditioned. This means opposing human nature and thinking deeply rather than avoiding what lies inside of us with shallow thought and activities that block our minds.

  • true

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • Proust
    Proustover 5 years ago

    So indicative of wars, Belfast, the Gaza Strip, Pakastan/India, the Sudan .. All the lives of so many children scared by the inability of adults to get along, to act with respect for one another.

    I have a friend who lives in Belfast, grew up their during the troubles. His house was blown up when he was a child, his family had to relocate and lost their livelyhood (as they lived above their bakery). He talks about how this effected his childhood, what it did to his whole family. It was devistating.

    I also know a woman who works as a nurse in NYC hospitals, she tells of them bringing in little children from the African conflicts in the Sudan with their arms cut off by terrorist on the other side.

    So many lives lost, so much distruction. Thanks for speaking out about it.

  • ;-)

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • Enivea
    Eniveaover 5 years ago

    Very poignant piece Dave…perhaps you will write more often :-)

  • i would love to have that time

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • ragman
    ragmanover 5 years ago

    poignant indeed Dave, and tells me you can write and relate
    way to go …………………

  • ha i wish i cud

    – SNAPPYDAVE

  • Patricia Anne McCarty-Tamayo
    Patricia Anne ...over 5 years ago

  • thanks

    – SNAPPYDAVE

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