The Trouble With War Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Tit for tat
Pat versus Brit
The trouble with trouble
Is all get hit

It strikes the infant in its cot
When Orange meets Green
And shot meets shot

From the Berlin Wall to the grey Shankhill
War laughs when the graves begin to fill

When the ash from Auschwitz reached the sky
War cheered as the millions marched to die

The leaders of war. They light death’s flame
Kill unarmed folk in religion’s name

Who in their right mind dislikes peace?
When will the bombs and the murder cease?