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


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
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.