Humans

nasty lot ain't they, and they'll never change.
The only hope are the children but we leave
them to starve to death, or die of curable
diseases and if that don't work, well we
just bomb the little buggers, all in the name
of freedom or 'Holy' men.

            Faith..
If all the Irish were in Ireland
What a crowded land it would be
No pixie dens deep green
Nor hills rolling gently to the sea.
If gods and saints were mortals
And all faith began this day
Should we then ask for reasons
Why this time, this place, this way?
                    Derek H.
Brady