Cycle: Ireland 2

I'm not ready –
yet,
to leave home
for going home.
I'm not ready –
yet,
to give up
the place
where I belonged –
and might again.
The return
will open
the next chapter.
But not yet.

Why peace?
they ask
before they throw
their bombs,
blowing away
the chances for future.

Why peace?
they ask
before they continue
their march,
orange thunder
crushing
the tiny flower
of trust.

Why peace?
they ask
before they pile
the next demand
on their wall
of mistrust.

Why peace?
they ask
before they kill
innocent people
to get
their blood money.

Why peace?
they ask.
WE'LL TELL THEM!

Sitting on the hills
of Donegal.
Let your view go,
let your thoughts flow,
let your heart show
among the hills
of Donegal.