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SNARLING PEOPLE
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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