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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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What price peace
 
Where are the heroes of today
Where are the songs of our patriots
Where and how do we honour our dead
Where and to whom do we tell of our strife.
 
All we hear are free stater songs
All about patriots back then---Connolly, Collins
All about names that exist in print, why not
All about, Sands, Farrell- our heroes
 
 
 
Where are the singers singing our songs?
Where are the shinners hiding today-Stormont
Where are the patriots of today,signed away to free staters
Where are the  traitors hiding, in Co Louth or thereabouts?
 
How does it feel to be sold out?
How does it feel to strut about about 26 counties?
How does it fee to be called traitor.
How does it feel to be an ignored patriot?
 
Where are the heroes of today, forgotten
Where are the politicans. hiding behind- Rhetoric
Where are the singers of today, sold out?
Where are the promises of 40 years of war?
 
Tell me, I don’t what I’m talking about
Tell me go on say it bugger off
Tell me you happily took the shilling.
Tell me, you don’t want singers of songs
 
All you lot want is peace at any price
All you lot crave is power and might
All you lot have is a salary filling bank accounts
All you Sinn Fien lot, bowing both north and South 





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