In the middle of our driveway,
amongst the oil and snow.
Lay an old man down upon the earth.
I never knew much about it,
I was only two the day that he died.
I see a white wall with a large black scar.
You pass it daily, it's hiding on our our street.
I never knew what had caused it,
but why shelter a child from the brutal truth here.
Cause in 1980 moving too and fro.
Wasn't such a simple thing you know.
The 1980s, our sense of right and wrong.
Then everything fell quiet, but not for long.
(Stop and searches.
Us and them
Tricks of language
say that you'll condemn.)
Not a happy New Year.
A library burned down to the ground.
Gunfire and church spires;
the sounds, the blasts that woke you,
but you got used to.
1990 walk these streets you'll see,
those strange wallflowers were growing,
spreading seeds.
1990s time for us to grow,
Put it all behind us, let it go.
(Some for flowers.
Some for show.
Walls to separate us.
Oh I don't know.)
Progress, not falling back.
Keep moving far from walls and hate.
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