Peace by Piece
Grandad was an Orangeman,
He marched every year fierce with pride,
Mum, dressed in best walked beside him,
Too young to be took for the ride.
Yet my dad is an Irish catholic,
And he married my mum just the same,
A divorced single parent-families shuddered,
But defiant she took on his name.
In Ireland it would have been foolish,
In England it just seemed like love,
Peace can be found amid madness,
It exists all around, not above.
We all have the right to feel angry,
We all have the right to our pain-
But to shed others blood is barbaric,
And guilt is all death has to gain.
Memories are long for the victims,
Grief will never be stilled by a pen,
Tim Parry's face is so clear even now,
Surely Peace was obtainable then.
Step out from the shadow of conflict,
Forgive what you can, lose the rest,
Take hold of the future, its yours now,
Peace is your right, not a test.
The scars of dear Ireland are many,
But the children of Eire can be free,
Pass peace down the line, not your anger,
Let them heal over wounds we can't see.
Time is a curse and a blessing,
We can not go back make it right,
But at least we can have a tomorrow
A new day, to say no to the fight.
Something I posted on another site-figured I'd share it here, seen as the topic has been discussed recently.
Probably more like a statement in rhyme, but nevermind.
