The Bogside MassacreThe Bogside Massacre5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Bogside Massacre
Young men, boys
Young Irish Martyrs.
Your friends are dead, thirteen bodies
Curly-haired kids, jaws slack and dead
Shot in the back those cowards!
Those cowards who lowered their eyes
to the triggers of their guns
and shot those young boys dead.
A shame. A crying shame.
Thirteen white crosses beside thirteen names
Fifty-nine, forty-one year old men, slain,
Six were seventeen.
All because of tyrannical cowards who
Shoot kids when they run away.
Well, let this be said, for your sins,
the oppressed, who offered you an olive branch you passed
You've turned them into Irish Martyrs
You've dug your grave; you've made this monster
You told us that guns are more powerful than the tongue,
Let alone the press, the pen
And you shall reap a whirlwind.