Thomas Fitzgerald - 1981

As black flags ruffled,
And mothers prayed,
One hundred candles were lit,
With his life he paid,
Don’t let another one die,
My son is not a criminal,
A prisoner of war,
Their life’s all terminal,
Two countries of ownership,
Both religions unstable,
Hundreds have died now,
The people incapable,
Their walls full of blood,
Slop out those dirt pans,
The prison couldn’t care less,
God bless sweet Bobby Sands.

Thomas Fitzgerald

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