Belfast didn't welcome me with flags
Or bunting. No brass bands to herald
My coming. Just rainy drizzle, off the ferry.
Orange street lights reflect in puddles
And some people. Belfast didn't see me
As I drove from place to place.
Belfast never knew I was there.
Driving, searching, weapon ready,
Stopping, looking, hearing, feeling.
Nothing changing but the date.
Hate prevailing, people leaving,
Leaving on ferries to elsewhere, anywhere.
City's deserted, they've all gone home.
There's no shopping here. No shops.
Sirens are blaring, am'blance's chasing.
A bomb's just gone off up the Falls."
Indifferent Policemen, used to the killing,
Drive by in their shiny new cars.