State of The Troubles.

Never have I seen a more saddened state,
then one in Ireland's Northern place.
Another bomb blast, and another loud cry,
give it a second, before another child dies.

Some are called "drunken micks", and others "Limey loving fags",
but it doesn't matter when they are carried off in bags.
A shot rings out! Alas, another loss!
Much of this comes because of how the other views the cross.

The Republicans scream that they are of "The Left!"
but what Lefty would condone this unequal mess?
The Royalists are often thrown to "The Right!"
It makes you wonder, when will they end this fight?

It has become a game, of "he said she said",
Only one, where the other winds up dead.
Many blame religion, but it's not the complete cause of this fight,
it is just ignorance, ignorance of the "not so bright".

These are people, just like us,
People that are lost, in blood and lust.
To the Irish, you are strong! So lay down the lance.
Just look in the other's eyes, and give peace a chance.