Category : Poems

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In the ruins of Belfast
Are the hearts of everyone;
Who died upon the street
Under the blaring sun;
Tears for the lost
Anger for the rest;
What was done
Won’t be forgot 
So let’s just put it to rest;


Prayers for a peace
Prayers for hope;
What were the words said
Just give them enough rope;
And the conviction
Of the people;
Who was right
And who was wrong;
Left so many in the street
To sing a new sad song;


Where are the leaders
Who unite and don’t destroy;
Who are the ones
To bring new life
To every girl and boy;
What is the cost
Lives that we lost;
Dreamers, teachers, philosophers 
Schemers
Who is the righteous boss;


Who is willing to take on
The task set in hand;
Who is the one
To lead us to the new land;
To make us better people
To love each and everyone;
To make our people proud
To be called “special one”;


But the tears I see
And the cries I hear
Drown out the new made plans;
They ask for more than what I have
To bring life to every man;
Who died for being different
Who died for his beliefs;
Who chose to stand
And be the one
A martyr for our plan;


And the plans change
Everyday
And still the people die;
But answers for the way to live
Seems to have passed them by;
And the leaders argue ideas
But no one can agree;
To compromise
To find new ways
For the people to survive;


They never give an inch
Say my way is the best;
And the future dies
With each child
Because flesh can’t resist;
The pride and arrogance
To be the one on top;
To say that they 
Were the ones 
Who saved the world today;


What are the chances
That equality come true;
That peace and love
And harmony
Will rule the hearts of men?;
Are we too blind to see 
The error of our ways;
Too proud and conceited 
To see our defeat;


Pride and lust and sin and decay
Make a lumpy bed;
But many are the ones
Who sleep here every day;
Pray for our leaders
Pray for us all;
Let us be the people
That heard the elders call;