Another trip to Ireland (for the day)
Fly-Be to the moon, I mean, to Belfast!
Couldn’t see the hills - rain was in the way
Snow had fallen overnight; overcast
Was the sky: the port cranes were lost in mist
Like thin yellow King Kongs. Got to the ten
O’clock meeting on time; taxi was fast
Sad news that Northern Ireland’s still a den
Of thieves, smugglers and drug-pushers, but then
There’s still folk working hard to make them pay
The sons of gangsters ply their trade; the cost
Is millions lost to fund education
Healthcare, transport, business. We try to lay
The foundations of peace upon the dust
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