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A friend of mine sent me this poem today.
Wear your poppy with pride,
If you think that is best.
But let me explain why,
It won't adorn my chest.
I'll start with Annette McGavigan.
She was just 14 years old.
Shot by your murderous army,
The bravest and the bold.
Manus Deery (15),
An innocent child it's said.
Shot while playing with his friends,
Shot in the back of the head.
Jackie Duddy is another,
He barely threw a stone.
Who'd have known that fateful Sunday,
He wouldn't venture home.
Gerald Donaghy marched for civil rights, internment and the right to vote.
Your lying bastard soldiers said,
"he carried bombs in his coat."
17 years old he was,
He'd barely cut his teeth.
But on this special remembrance day,
Will you remember his mother's grief?
The bullet holes are still clear to see,
Even to this day.
The blood still stains the streets,
Children's lives taken away.
So wear your poppy with pride,
If you think that it's best.
These are reasons why,
It won't be on my chest.
12 other souls followed that Sunday,
They even shot a priest.
Tending to the wounded kids,
While the paratroopers had their feast.
"Now is there anyone amongst you dares to blame this on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids."
Ballymurphy, Loughinisland,
Greysteel and all the rest.
Some more reasons why you won't see that blood-soaked poppy on my chest...
So wear a lily on Remembrance day,
Honour Ireland's children brave.
Our revenge will be their laughter,
As Britain hangs its head in shame
Wear your poppy with pride,
If you think that is best.
But let me explain why,
It won't adorn my chest.
I'll start with Annette McGavigan.
She was just 14 years old.
Shot by your murderous army,
The bravest and the bold.
Manus Deery (15),
An innocent child it's said.
Shot while playing with his friends,
Shot in the back of the head.
Jackie Duddy is another,
He barely threw a stone.
Who'd have known that fateful Sunday,
He wouldn't venture home.
Gerald Donaghy marched for civil rights, internment and the right to vote.
Your lying bastard soldiers said,
"he carried bombs in his coat."
17 years old he was,
He'd barely cut his teeth.
But on this special remembrance day,
Will you remember his mother's grief?
The bullet holes are still clear to see,
Even to this day.
The blood still stains the streets,
Children's lives taken away.
So wear your poppy with pride,
If you think that it's best.
These are reasons why,
It won't be on my chest.
12 other souls followed that Sunday,
They even shot a priest.
Tending to the wounded kids,
While the paratroopers had their feast.
"Now is there anyone amongst you dares to blame this on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids."
Ballymurphy, Loughinisland,
Greysteel and all the rest.
Some more reasons why you won't see that blood-soaked poppy on my chest...
So wear a lily on Remembrance day,
Honour Ireland's children brave.
Our revenge will be their laughter,
As Britain hangs its head in shame
