SpiltBlood©2024TonyFallon0125
I sat beside the river and tried to hold back tears
As I relived the memories hidden there for years
The spot we lingered at as we thought about farewell
Not far from two nights later from a bullet you fell
I'm guilty because the bullet was meant for my head
My blood splattered shirt and hands and quickly you were dead
Another senselees attempted rub out that was botched
That shirt I keep in an old bag never to be washed
I'm sure this violence led to some more killing sprees
As hatred in two socities became a disease
Each year the new spring grass grows green from Irish blood spilt
And leaves old folks like me to carry with us the guilt
I hope you do not think your beauty I have forgot
Or the marble headstone in the graveyard by your plot
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