A Nation’s Truth
May 1974, smoke rises with the morning sun
From the East comes a cloud and Death’s horrible hum,
From the Hills, Valleys and Mountains they come,
Proud parents should never have to bury their young,
The women of Ireland rife with sorrow,
For 34 victims there is no tomorrow,
Why did they target those everyday folk?
The salt of the earth full of dreams and hope,
A faceless enemy that was hidden among us,
Robbed of our dignity there’s been no justice,
Those who survived left in constant pain,
With terrible nightmares and the faint echoes of blame,
Our neighbours never heard our children’s cries,
Blocked out by an Empire with hate in its eyes,
Talk of Collusion hangs heavy in the air,
Like a poisonous gas drifting here and there,
The worst atrocity in the history of this State,
If only they had known their horrific fate,
Let us listen to the pleas of the victims here before us
They seek justice,
Justice for their friends,
Justice for their families
Justice for the Forgotten.
This poem was written by Noel Hegarty, a survivor of the Dublin 1974 bombings.
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