Irish poetry

Blood Money

Let us celebrate the coming of
The Peace Dividend, the flooding in
of dollars, pounds, euros, the building
of more bungalows with beech floors,

with neat conifer-edged lawns
and security cameras front and back
to protect our possessions. Let us
shop at Sainsburys, Boots and Currys

and bring home car-boots full
of chilled coleslaw, red wine, Camembert
and the latest PCs and digital cameras.
We've had a hard time of it, so now

let's live it up Surbiton-style; let's
hang up our guns and baseball bats,
and enjoy the blessed relief that comes
when you stop head-banging the wall.

O, Father dear, I oft-times hear you talk of Erin's Isle
where the Lotto win and heroin
help those Irish eyes to smile...

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