Omagh 1998
A bomb! a bomb! and they turned and ran. Mothers took their daughters by their tiny sticky hands, Fathers scooped their sons up in their big strong arms, And they ran towards the bomb And they ran towards the bomb And they ran towards the bomb.
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that's a very good poem about a very awful thing.
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