I dug this old one up from an archive I had stashed away of my ramblings during the worst days of the Northern Ireland troubles.
Quite depressing for me to read it again. It was awful, being there and as children in conflict it was "normal". That made it worse.
I just publish these depressing poems to kind of lay them to rest.
Things have improve a great deal from those dreadful days. But people of my generation will never get over it.