As I sip my cappuchino in a bar
In the north
The heart of The North
I think about the past
Of how it has come to be
Like this, tamed, no longer
A place of conflict
Just animosity
So strange to me
Ireland but not as I know it
Strange flags fly
On the roadside
Of Batallions,
And identities
All strangers to me
Then I see a tricolour
To remind me
This is Ireland too
It's still home, but not
Like my southern repose
The other funny thing is
I kinda like it here