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Naseeha Ansari Dec 2019
Troubles...
Naseeha Ansari
Dec 2019
Somethings we all have in common
Is a fear of troubles.
A baby to an adult, they fear
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They run away from them
Laughing at the corner are troubles
They get scared easily of
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They don’t want to face
Such a delicate thing called troubles
They just think it’s a faze
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They feel the need to be unsolved
Because they are being chased by troubles
They don’t want to be living
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
It is time they face
Their own troubles
It is time they make amends with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They need to stand and be brave
And let loose of their troubles
They need to be shaking hands with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They can do it, I might say
As it is not a troubled thing, which is troubles
They can let go of them
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
Is a fear of troubles.
A baby to an adult, they fear
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They run away from them
Laughing at the corner are troubles
They get scared easily of
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They don’t want to face
Such a delicate thing called troubles
They just think it’s a faze
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They feel the need to be unsolved
Because they are being chased by troubles
They don’t want to be living
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
It is time they face
Their own troubles
It is time they make amends with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They need to stand and be brave
And let loose of their troubles
They need to be shaking hands with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
They can do it, I might say
As it is not a troubled thing, which is troubles
They can let go of them
An eerily quiet thing called troubles
I would like to dedicate this poem to those people who like to run away from their problems way too much....
Roger Turner - Poet Mar 2013
The Troubles
Roger Turner - Poet
Mar 2013
We knew of "The Troubles" for most of our lives
They were there before we were born
But, to speak of "The Troubles" to those who don't know
They can't see that our country is torn
Pop stars sing songs about England go home
They make money, while we fight the fight
They stand on the sidelines just flapping their gums
While we live, breathe, and sleep this all night
Soldiers unknowing, just why they're here
They choose sides because that's what they do
They don't know the issues, how deep "The Troubles" go
They're just here, and that's all they know
The orange and green, divided as one
Catholics and Protestants alike
Both fight their battles and both live for peace
And the British...can get on their bike
A land half as lovely, torn asunder by war
would be laid waste, with nothing to show
But "The Troubles" aside, there's lots here to see
And lots of great places to go
It's a war of attrition, where neither side wins
Each army gets recruits from the womb
You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine
And we'll disagree to agree to our tomb
Fighting for freedom, religion or rights
It's political, hatred and worse
Religions involved, and we've only one God
So which side does God cheer or God curse
The battle still wages, though not like before
It's a war that is fought underground
"The Troubles" remain, and will for all time
And I pray for the dead, not around
They were there before we were born
But, to speak of "The Troubles" to those who don't know
They can't see that our country is torn
Pop stars sing songs about England go home
They make money, while we fight the fight
They stand on the sidelines just flapping their gums
While we live, breathe, and sleep this all night
Soldiers unknowing, just why they're here
They choose sides because that's what they do
They don't know the issues, how deep "The Troubles" go
They're just here, and that's all they know
The orange and green, divided as one
Catholics and Protestants alike
Both fight their battles and both live for peace
And the British...can get on their bike
A land half as lovely, torn asunder by war
would be laid waste, with nothing to show
But "The Troubles" aside, there's lots here to see
And lots of great places to go
It's a war of attrition, where neither side wins
Each army gets recruits from the womb
You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine
And we'll disagree to agree to our tomb
Fighting for freedom, religion or rights
It's political, hatred and worse
Religions involved, and we've only one God
So which side does God cheer or God curse
The battle still wages, though not like before
It's a war that is fought underground
"The Troubles" remain, and will for all time
And I pray for the dead, not around