LEAVING LEEDS
Leaving LeedsLost for wordsLiver birds callingand the night is falling A Loughside landingwith Goliath laughing .. ‘make haste’ into the mystic … and when that fog horn blowsI’m coming home …
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My Beautiful Belfast
We are a humble sounding people With a passion for identity Without respect for humanity We create chaos with intensity The clowns and charlatans on the hill have all played their part With their comedic rhetoric of lies, and deceit in their heart Where are the brave leaders? the Martin Luthers, the Clement Atlee Who […]
