Friday, Bloody Friday
Ireland, May 25, 2018
I heard the news today, poor boy
You will not see the sunlight,
Will never hold a toy
Not born once, won’t be born again
Can you be born to God
Who will not be born to men?
I don’t suspect they’ll raise a cairn
You had no right to life
So your death will cause no alarm
And you won’t even get a grave
What’s not born is never buried
What’s unfound may not be saved
There is no sum can count the cost
Their pockets may be deep
But deep enough to hide the Cross?
They passed sentence on your soul
The same 6th day they killed Our Lord
Will Our Lord yet make you whole?
Pray God will baptize you in blood
Where the ends of the rainbow meet
Where the water subsides to love