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British Tommies On Our Streets
British Tommies on our streets,
hob nail boots on their feet
Big Tin hats upon their heads,
holding weapons that shoot us dead
♞♜♝
Ferret cars that go so fast,
a searing noise as they speed past
A Huge whip Ariel on the fox car roof,
a small triangular flag to detonate its group
♞♜♝
Massive rubber tyres make a squeaking sound
as the huge metal wheels slowly Turn around
Rolls of barbed wire on the huge green trucks,
Large Camouflage covers so nobody can look
At all the hooded men they just took
♞♜♝
They say they were peace keepers
…but ignoring the facts
They murdered so many
. . . shot in the back
♞♜♝
The BBC covered up their lies,
saying they were only keeping apart the warring sides
But at long last the truth starts to seep out…
but the victim’s family’s still have to bang and shout . . . to get justice!
⏩ Brendan Curran, Irish conflict poems 
2020
2020
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