It's a strange existence
when you have to live daily with war .
You wake up each day
wondering who was killed the night before .
Then as the victims names are read out
you hear someone you knew .
My school friends Josh and Louis
were some of the first names I heard .
They tortured Jimmy then shot him ,
Young Doe kidnapped and murdered .
The man next door was shot
in the taxi he drove down the street .
My best friend Sean was shot dead
and then dragged away by his feet .
Day after day , week after week
it went on , this tit for tat .
The man who locked the church
was told to get on his knees ,
then shot ,
right in front of his girlfriend
who they made watch the entire lot .
Some people on their way to work
never got there to clock on .
People who went for a drink at night
were blown up by a bomb .
A knock on the door
and you could never be sure who was there .
The assassinations and set ups
with somebody somewhere .
Then there were those
who were involved in gun fights and in attacks .
The security forces had lists of names
with all the facts .
Secrets were there to be shared ,
generally speaking , as a rule .
There were so many being killed
that the cemeteries were full .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-23 08:22:05
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