To be sure, there's nothing like a good killing

27/3/96

Lying on the ground, stripped and bare,
the bodies are left without a care.
Just the hope of a point being made,
and another two men go to their graves.

Stripped of the clothes and beaten still,
did they beg not to be killed ?
Who can understand the fear, were they crying ?
What did the murderers feel, as the men
lay, dying ?

Like a chalk white sack of loosely packed
entrails,
their bodies lay, after that primal crowd's
urge had been sated and hailed,
blow after blow onto their vulnerable skin.

What did it achieve ? Will peace ever reign ?
Damn your hyprocrisy. Damn Sinn Fein.