PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE

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My father was a republican hard -man

From North Belfast. My Mother was

A humanist from Dublin, her Father died

In the civil army uniform aged just 27.

My family is steeped in the blood of Ire-

Land. I am a so called Catholic who

doesn’t want to be so called, born

In England living in Ardoyne.

For sixteen years my father told me

Where to go and what to do, aged

Sixteen I hit him a dig in the head

and ran away to London. 

Priests, Teachers, police and army got

A dig in the head too, I was an angry 

young man , we have to run away

From this regime, we have got to break

This cycle of violence and hatred that

Runs through our veins. 

We have to tare down the peace walls 

In our minds and just h ave peace. 

The walls are hemming us in, I can’t breath, 

I can’t breath, please my name may as well

Be George Floyd, this is a Lives Matter.

If we don’t tare down the walls in our minds

were on another brutal crusade. I’m Irish-

English writing unwritten graffiti,. I’m dis-

Abled trying so hard to get through this life.

The walls are in our mindset, break free.