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fear's pride

so like

pride's fear

is naught nary more

than a little irony

slapped rather carelessly

upon

one's much too haughty common sense

we are all beggars after all

in some small way or another

many Blarney Stone Kissers

as any near to educated fool knows

tend to take their passed on down

throughout the years

violent drinking man's traditions

just a little too far

when to them

core belief often depends on

just which side of the old street

one's blood

when he's hit

flows into

why Shin-Fain and Parliament

when behind closed doors

giggle like giddy school girls and grin

over who's father beat who else's father

to a bloody pulp for the crime of merely

moving a wet newspaper

to the fact that their pious plot to keep

thy countrymen at odds with each other

is a gross miscarriage of national

responsibility

that's bleeding men of their very own soul's

outwardly from within

but rest assured

all of you angry, cold, hard blood bathers

for every last Prodestant and Catholic

will one day indeed

unite themselves joyously to drink

the tea of tranquility

from the very same once mutually discarded

cup

then and only then

shall the glorious trumpets play

as God's justice stands up for all to be

toasted

in a place where no man's prejudice,

discrimination, rage nor blood lust can

out last our own personal Lord's

righteousness, forgiveness, understanding

and so very perfect love

fear's pride

so like

pride's fear

indeed

will alas

be forever squelched................

(Sept. 21, 1998)