Peace in Nothern Ireland, as in many places, is fragile. It reminds us too that the rise in far right parties and ideas equally challenges the hard-earned freedoms that have taken years to achieve. It could all be lost so quickly and easily.
Flame
In memory of Lyra McKee
The van reverses in the street
where children play
and forgotten teens gather;
its front flooded with fire
as angry, covered faces
emerge from the shadows.
A shot rings out,
a trigger from a past
where bloody hands
were commonplace.
When we hoped the fires of hate
were quenched by peace
we are reminded that, in the old way,
the flame still flickers.
Tim Fellows 19-April-2019
Image by Rob Schwartz from Pixabay
Friday, 26 April 2019
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