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the sun comes up over belfast

by Lindsay Sanders

The sun comes up over Belfast,
and the rain falls on green hills
and runs down the streets
of Shankhill and the Falls.

Sheets of wet,
thunder pours out of the clouds
and my leather boots
are soaked all the way through.

I stand in a graveyard of volunteers,
men who died for their truth,
under a sky that turns from blue to grey,
and a mountain that turns from green to black.

In a walled city, a divided land,
a man tells me of his truth,
a holy and murderous song,
that although has quieted,
will never be completely silent.

He’s simple man, standing in the graveyard
of his comrades, of his friends, his brothers.
Beside the Crucifix and the Virgin Mary,
he speaks of the freedom and unity that he killed for.
That they died for.

Between murals and peace walls,
friends by day are enemies at night.
No Legislation, segregation, nor integration,
not even a few pints of Guinness in the city centre,
can make this country neutral ground.

05/19/2009

Author's Note: I am in Northern Ireland studying race, religion, and conflict.

Posted on 05/19/2009
Copyright © 2020 Lindsay Sanders

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/20/09 at 03:36 AM

Wow...sounds intense and interesting. Peaceful wishes your way! MFS

Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/20/09 at 05:00 AM

Powerful write. Beautiful buildup starting from personal sensory experience to the collective's pain and rancour as the poem progresses.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/20/09 at 07:25 PM

Sounds like you're fairly close to some ghosts hanging around outside your door. Very nice work.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/09/09 at 12:43 PM

perhaps if both sides read and felt the heart soul and conscience of this poem it would affect a lasting truce within their own.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/07/13 at 01:48 PM

Congrats on POTD!

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