PEACE

 

Life is like a butterfly

In John Keats's eye, blue

But very beautiful flitting 

to death.

 

I’m looking out to autumn

And it is looking back at me.

The leaves are golden brown

And the sky is summer blue.

I wish that we could be united

Tender and true?

 

I can see the butterfly within

The layers of tears, I can feel

The touch flying from you.

 

Boldly saying though art free.

RAW WAR

 

Raw war

Is over.

 

Let

Humanity

Begin.

 

Take the hatred out

                     Of your heart and put it in

                                       Mind, build humankind.

 THE PHILOSOPHY OF PEACE

Will was born out of Kantian negation.

Schopenhauer’s aisle of pessimism,

the pursuit of happiness. The philosophy

of Nietzsche and his will to power must

have been like two great minds imploding,

the bright sparks that surged a burst

of energy. Why can't we harness that?

positive negativity to give us a leg-

up over the peace walls.

You can kill all you want but protestant and catholic you are bound to this land for god and for ulster, this is

the philosophy of peace.

 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 have peace. 

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

I can’t breathe, 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.