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They dare to sit in judgement



Nearly fifty years on,



Raking over the coals of



Incidents long long gone.



After we are made to



Relive Bloody Sundays Hell



I hope they’ll investigate 



The politicians as well.



 



In their Ivory Towers



They sleazily sit and wait



While from the benefit of comfort



Third parties will investigate.



How many of these people,



These judging figures,



Have been in the position



Of having to pull a trigger.



 



How many have faced



The prospect of death



Never quite knowing if your



Next may be your last breath.



A judgement made quickly



On a chaotic scene



And nearly fifty years later they



Try judge things that have been.



 



Perhaps mistakes were made



In the heat of the fighting



But dont lets forget that



Hindsight is a wonderful thing



Perhaps it’s time those in charge



Were made to confesss: 



The squaddie was only there 



To clear up the politicians mess.



 



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