Omagh 1998

[ailbhe]

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.

Comments

[hfnuala.livejournal.com]

God. the radio news this morning already made me cry about this.

[webhill.livejournal.com]

what?

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

oh, gods.

that's a very good poem about a very awful thing.

[pauamma]

Thank you for posting that. (Is it yours? Google doesn't show any other hit than this entry)

[redshira.livejournal.com]

So I just read this again after you linked to it in the comments to your post about Linnea's question, and I cried, and I showed it to my sister, who did the face she does when something is strong and scary.