I went to visit Bobby at a Belfast cemetery
The day was rain and umbrellas..
Not out of the ordinary
The biggest abnormality was in the spirit there...
He spoke to me and chills ran deep
My eyes rained forth with tears
He's not alone for others sleep
Where only angels tread
He gave to me a tender peek
At the hope that waits, instead
He touched my heart...
Where my soul dwells
And whispered ever sweet
"Don't give up...I feel it here...
The marching in of peace.
For Irelands day is on the mend
And soon will come the day
When Ireland is for all of us
Peace bells will ring to pay
Tribute to the patriots...
Who live and died with me
For I am hear to let you know
Dry your eyes and you will see
The greatest Ireland ever known
With happy oneness...bliss
I squeeze your mind and gently leave
This message with a kiss.
Tell my brethren I am well
I rest with inner joy
From Bobby Sands and all his gang...
To Ireland and me boys!!!"
For history on Bobby Sands please go to
www.bobbysandstrust.org
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Reviews of "A Sweet Talk With Bobby Sands"
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2003
yes excellent brings thoughts of old video footage i saw as a child and so forth. He was a brave man indeed and passionate even becoming a TD(Congressman to americans i think) perhaps his philosophy was a little off but his passion was spot on and you hit it right on the head.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2003
This is wonderful, Susan. A poem for all who love peace and Ireland.
A Viconian Cycle/ Babylonian Captivity Memory Silence Re-Founding of Southern history out of Dublin GA and the KBPS7 Trial. In psychology this is a Wounded Pride case.
The Borderline Anti-Memory PastBook asks questions a diary does not ask and raises the questions to dialectics and answers them in a way a memory work does not answer questions.
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