Poem 07

Metallic yellow tattooed across the skyline,

Concealing old conflict from tourist’s prying eyes.

Tales of giants and leprechauns,

Tales of kneecapping and pipe bombs.

Pretty art made for Instagrammers to post,

Reminders of hardship and loss for most.

Memorials to stand and pose beside,

Memorials that help us grieve with pride.

20 years on from battle endured,

The mental scars are yet to be cured.

We are more than sunken ships and proverb writers,

We are the survivors.

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