Douglas McClarty

Rookie - 79 Points (Northern Ireland)

Black Days - Poem by Douglas McClarty

I lived in the most dangerous
part of the world
At first I felt alone. I was petrified,
but I survived.
The bombs the bullets
killing my friends, neighbours
Bullets flying, bombs exploding,
the eve of destruction.
But I survived I survived,
I wasn't, ready to die
It made me wonder how evil grows
sprinkled by hate

But there could be a new generation
with an explanation
Why did it happen,
is there a cure for diseased corrupt minds.
I just had to move on
this long and scary winding road.
Things just looked very cold
I'll maybe die before I'm old
Each day I become more immune
to what's on my TV
Living in this dead mans town
oh god I long to be free.

Could they not see nobody's right
if everybody's wrong
Two sides kept singing
two very different victory songs.
Through this all I keep looking
for the shoots of sanity
Can we all not live like others
, eat, live and die in peace.
Or watch their apprentices
building the walls of hate
I now just live day by day
hoping their walls will tumble.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Lately the press reckoned that Northern Ireland was at a time one of the most dangerous places in the world to live. At the time I did not see it like that, however looking back recalling old feelings memories it probably was. Thankfully the majority of us now enjoy peace if not perfect, but then where is? The poem was about living through the 60s & 70, s with some little clues there of the time.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013


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