© Aine Kelly 2018. All Rights Reserved.
The month it is February the year is 2018, I am sitting on the lough shore.
It feels like I’m in an endless dream.
A lonely curlew glides silently and freely on his way.
I feel a calmness so blessed by those shores of old Lough Neagh.
The grass is soft and verdant green, the air is fresh and clean,
But sitting here for me just now means more than just a dream.
For I am in a bar-less cell without freedom or choice
And the land I love is torn apart by bitterness, hate and strife.
I have lived through the bad times and many innocent lives were lost,
But who really bothered? They didn’t give a toss.
That was a time we tried to be equals in our homeland
In utter desperation we were determined to make a stand.
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