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Another reflection of what it was like to grow up in a sectarian society. Though this applied to Northern Ireland, its the same in any region of the world today.
Again I suspect a greater narrative than what initially meets the eye of conflict between humans.
This was written in the 1980s but never published.

Path of Darkness

Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart28 Dec 2013

Hear the sound of crying,
of Children that are lost,
When madmen wreck the cradles
Heaven pays the cost.
The road of Celtic mistiness
Is an easy one to trod,
For it makes no distinction
If you're Catholic or you're Prod.
Behold the hour of longing
As the brainless fodder wait,
To battle with the innocents
Defenders of the Gate.
The poison cuts a blister,
On their skin are many sores,
From sleeping with the enemy
And all her servant whores.
See the puppets dancing,
With the Master at the strings
Hypnotised by shadows,
Cast by many wings.
The Path of Darkness beckons,
And is never short of feet,
So the servants of the Dark One
Stand and stoke the heat...