Drumcreen
Orange lights shine from the eyes
Of blinded buzzards, they sit on
Perches face to face with their
Own padded reflection, like hooded
Monks they wait and wait.
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Old grey voices struggle with words
Worn out, they march up, march down,
March up, march down, while children
Crouch like field mice in anticipation
Of a hovering violent mob.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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