Ceaseless Endless
I wait in a hole
A hole of filth
Murderer of the innocent
Innocent of tradition
Ignorant two-faced hypocrites
Both them and me and my people
I shall slaughter British bastards
And they will execute in return
A nameless war continues
Little kids shot in the head
Little kids fire back
Belligerent ignorant
Generations of hate
And civilizations of disgust
Green of the lush forests
Clovers and trees and bushes
Rivers of mirroring sky and sun
Moss of a rock nestled around
Green of
White of the joyous people
Clouds and rocks and mice
Eyes roaming from site to site
Lichen betwixt the hills of
country
White of
Foxes and flowers and leaves
Rosy cheeks of jolly many
Fungus smothering the streams
Orange of Ireland