it was born on one fine Belfast spring morn
in the year nineteen sixty nine
a spirit arrived amid pride and joy
to a caring kin that wanted for a boy
he opened his eyes and to his surprise
witnessed his first daylight
he took a breath and entered in
to the world that would consume him
and stood above was a dad so fine
looking down at the next in line
a smile confirmed this dads delight
of a son that could continue the fight
yes the feeling of love filled the room
and the boy child sensed his destiny
this soul grew up to fit right in
to a world outside filled with sin
he learned the way of this city’s plight
and absorbed its harsh rules without a fight
he saw the right in the obvious wrong
that divided this place for way too long
yes another soul destroyed by so called strife
and who really cared for this sons life
a people fulfilled with religious hate
prepared to chart their children’s fate
and across the divide another people reside
with the same damned intractable intention
the youth now poisoned with each others dislike
the fables told their future robbed
now men they pride in their precious lives
so bigoted and so narrow minded
and yet it seems that these sides exist
in some form of tolerated concord
but the boy now man his soul destroyed
continues to survive on his sacred soil
and he fails to see a better way
to live love and dream of a brighter day
than that day he was born on that Belfast spring morn
in the year of sixty nine
the next of kin will be born right in
to the realm of hatred and sin
I know this man so bent and damned
I see him every day
on every street across our land
his face so scorned and grey
perhaps one day this man will change
or his son might break the mould
and the walls will fall and hands outreach
so that hatred dies then we may live in peace
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