in a troubled land forever forgotten,
by those with whom some choose to form a union,
cast aside by that ill considered vote.
Once it was Catholics who were second class,
civil rights marches and innocents culled
until four decades on peace was fulfilled,
only for all Ulster to now taste that bitterness.
When will the English learn never to draw lines
between lands their dominion left distraught?
Petrol bombs mark old tensions newly fraught,
and we shudder as violence reignites.
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