OchónBasket-of-eggs country, Poyntzpasssleepy in a March unusually mild; the canal, blighted from birth, links border killing-zone and murder triangle; but this is a peaceful place, no rebels or Orange bigots - a strange little town though not unique, I know. After twenty-nine years the shadow has slithered over the green fields where Poyntz's men once routed The O'Neill's. Ochón, ochón, ochón, agus ochón, ó Damien Trainor and Philip Allen, we know your names now, killed on the day of the sheep sales. Unemployed barmen may stir in their sleep, but not because of you, or your families, your brides-to-be, lost hopes. The Sons of Ulster, whose great-grandfathers marched to the Somme, may stir in their sleep, but not because of you, your neighbours, friends, the untouched few. Ochón, ochón, ochón, agus ochón, ó Politicians will comfort your mothers, touch shoulders, clasp hands, mumble, even weep, but your wasting will not melt their bitter resolves. You are buried now in sight of each other, two more victims, the people of Ireland still dying for gunmen whose songs will soon be written, sung in a thousand smoky Railway Bars; and this time no-one can say it isn't one of ours. Ochón, ochón, ochón, agus ochón, ó URL: www.mourne.net/ochon.htm |
Three men were convicted on Wednesday 2nd February 2000, two of them for the actual murders. They were sentenced to life imprisonment. Under the terms of the Belfast Agreement they will probably be released summer 2000
Seamus: "It's the civilians that suffer; when there's an ambush they don't know where to run. Shot in the back to save the British Empire, an' shot in the breast to save the soul of Ireland. I'm a Nationalist meself, right enough ... I believe in the freedom of Ireland, an' that England has no right to be here, but I draw the line when I hear the gunmen blowin' about dyin' for the people, when it's the people that are dyin' for the gunmen." (Act. II; p.111); (from 'The Shadow of a Gunman', Sean O'Casey)
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