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 once upon a time

My God what is happening in Belfast?
the past is fast becoming our future.
People are snarling again, louts screaming
Out of sightless minds dragging us backwards
Belfast living a Myth - Mindless people abhors pity
The quiet people fade into obscurity-no mercy given
 nothing speaks so eloquently as Violence

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