Gibraltar, March 1988 Poem by Kevin Condron

So very tough and very proud
He sings his anthem very loud
His sensitivity is nil
SAS and trained to kill

Just takes orders, robot mind
Intellect is hard to find
Vacuum space beneath the hair
Doesn`t feel and doesn`t care

Doesn`t read and doesn`t write
Doesn`t even need to fight
Shooting people in the back
Favoured method of attack

Unarmed victims, favoured foe
Like Gibraltar as we know
Kill and then just run away
Not too brave then, some might say