THE BOMB
It was like any other Saturday
My mother went away
To get something for our tea
Your Ma’s death wasn’t meant to be,
Alphabet Men Say.
The bomb was
Waitin’…
For our enemies
Alphabet speak for bringing,
Death
To our home and our street
It makes no difference to me,
If it was UVF, IRA or UDA
No amount of political speak
Will bring my mother
Home
To me
It was like any other Saturday
My mother went away
To get something for our tea
This forgiveness thing
It sticks
In me
Someone has to pay.
Take my pain away.
And yet,
I hear her speak my name.
I hear her urgent plea.
Make forgiveness
Work this time
DON’T let the men with the
Alphabet Names
Put the bomb in the streets
That will take
Other mothers away”.
Gemma M Hill 2013©
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