In an enclosed space
Body's heaved and watched
As the Systems bomb squad
Defused an imaginary Bomb

Little men in Black
Searching before them
For something that wasn't there
For them to fined

Franticly trying to fined
Franticly trying to look
Were is it? Were is it?
Sweat dripping down,
Drip drip drip drip drip
Were is it? Were is it ? were . . .

BANG BANG BANG!
BANG BANG BANG!
BANG BANG BANG!
BANG BANG BANG!

Shrapnel flying like a million bullets
Screaming of the maimed and hurt
AS the fiery flames rip threw the safe area
Limbs distorted by the explosion of the bomb
Bodies tossed like rag dolls, dead dead dead
Before they hit the shattered ground! Sobbing
Children, crying mothers, dying fathers, dead brothers and sisters

DEAD

"IRA! IRA! IRA! IRA!" The Media screams the next day!
Homes broken, life destroyed, freedom taken
In the name of freedom?
Contradicted Contradicted Contradicted by their own doctrine
"IRA! IRA! IRA! IRA!" The Media screamed the next day!
Forgotten in less time than it took for the bomb to be made

BANG BANG BANG! Echoing in their life's for ever more

Don't forget, Don't forget, Don't forget, Don't forget . . .


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 276 AF.