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WHAT PRICE JUSTICE
 
Is it the moment when you look closely at a body,
Just another body on a Belfast street?
When you peer closer you discern the red hair of the girl
The girl you would have given your life for
Only reconcilably feature- the red hair of Joan Connolly
 
What price justice on a so called British street
Your wife’s body used as target practice by brutish thugs
British thugs working for the Government ‘their army’
“As a medic I looked after about twelve people shot that night,
On that day there were no ballistics taken added Mr.  Mumford. 
What price justice in the Ballymurphy aftermath? None!
Joan Connolly lies dead amongst other innocents on a so-called British street.
 
1971-2012 can anyone see that anything has changed?
The aftermath of your wife abused by Brutish paras
The memories still vivid of Joan’s vibrant red hair
Besmirched in death by bullets from a thug's gun
Were you there when they murdered the 11 people?
If not in body, I fervently  hope in spirit you are today.
 
 







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