Peace Is Only Skin Deep.

Board the morning train from dublin up to sandy row.
Two hours later i depart the train at my destination, all around me a cold wind does blow.
I button up my long winter cashmere coat.
Right up to my unshaven throat.
And start walking through the cold streets of belfast.
In the distance i hear a bomb blast.
Christ i shout not again.
This city don’t need no more pain.
A dark plume of smoke fills the cold belfast air.
Into each other’s eyes people frighteningly stare.
Police sirens loudly scream.
The scene is like a nightmarish dream.
Peace here in reality is fragile.
In the background trouble is always keeping itself fit and agile.
I turn around and head back to sandy row and the ready to return to dublin train.
Around me the cold belfast wind blows and the smoky belfast grey skies start to rain.
I board the midday train from sandy row back down to dublin.
Staring through the train window at me i see a devilish terrifying looking belfast goblin.