Ireland's OWN Poetry and Prose

For You, Luv
—by Míchealín Daugherty

Remember when we thought
That things would be fine?
We saw goodness, and hope,
And rhythm and rhyme.

But now we see chaos
And violence and crime
Our heroes are gone
And we’re doin’ time.

Yet we know what we wanted
And we know what we lost
Becoming more bitter
With each path that we crossed.

The Troubles have got us
Our souls are near gone
And we’re left with nothing
But the will to go on.

And with each new encounter
More evil, more pain
Two beautiful warriors
Lost in the rain.