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 once upon a time

Is that the black dark out there is the innocent query
of a child at dusk. Yes said I, glancing out the window.
Thinking black dark, such innocuous phrasing sums
up the idiotic concern about a flag flying or not.
We want, we want, petty cries of selfish hate filled men
adorned in red white and blue,. The black dark is harbored in
adult minds, portraying as a righteous cause:-Idolatry to a flag,
Bowing and paying homage to violence.
They have sent orange forces to see for whom the bell tolls.
Uncaringly it tolls for loyalist Ulster. In this part of Ulster each man and
woman wrapped in the red white and blue, condone the black dark
of the six counties. Sad to see a small state seduced, by a flag of infamy.

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