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Resounding across the island The wrong of that day. Echoing down the decades The justice that was denied. Anger at innocent deaths Found its vent at that place: A Georgian square in The empire's second city. Rows of red-brick buildings Townhouses for a leisured class. And there on one side facing the park A piece of Britain on Irish soil. The crowds swelling and shoving Shouted at the lifeless building. Black flags were held and Black coffins were taken up The ushering steps and Laid down at the door. The roof collapsed and Flames billowed into The cold night air. The glass of windows Burst out of frames Falling to the ground as Splinters among the coffins. |
