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The Schoolbus a Sassanach and a Taig
Contributed by
ArdRi79
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Thursday, 27th November 2003 @ 09:19:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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The wind wails and whips around the boarder
that men have cut across the land "Another Taig"
mutters the man behind the mask
you cant stay and you cant leave
time ticks by and mothers tears fill my eyes
with hate, "why must children walk by you to go to school"
The uniform smiles knowing he is not a man
But a man with a gun in his hand "I am what her taxes pay for"
The soldiers words are spoken amidst heavy silence
This political peace is bought at the barrels of smoking guns
but cold stares are better then hot bullets,
so we let politics carry on.
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ArdRi79
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2003-11-27 09:19:44] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Schoolbus a Sassanach and a Taig
(User Rating: 1 ) by mckayla on
Thursday, 27th November 2003 @ 10:58:27 AM AEST (User
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Is this really what its like in northern Ireland?
Great write!
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Re: The Schoolbus a Sassanach and a Taig
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kie on
Thursday, 27th November 2003 @ 04:31:02 PM AEST (User
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I was both saddened & enlightened.
Thank-you for sharing.
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Re: The Schoolbus a Sassanach and a Taig
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Friday, 28th November 2003 @ 08:28:44 AM AEST (User
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I spent some time in Northern Ireland during WW II and never came to understand the problems any more than I do now.
I did learn though not to poke my nose in where it wasn't wanted.
After the war I took scouts to summer camp
in Sothern Ireland several times and came to love the country and its people
Perhaps a little "sunshine" is breaking through the "clouds"
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