Characters from "The Professionals" are the property of Mark-1 Productions Ltd. I am simply borrowing them temporarily – without fraudulent intent or anticipation of monetary gain.
Belfast Is Raging
By e-pony
The killing fields of the past all seem the same,
Blood-slick city streets and jungle groves without a name.
We talked of honour as we fought for gold and fame,
And every victory camouflaged a secret shame:
We gambled lives in a high-stakes battle game.
But Belfast is raging, still raging in my dreams,
Rampaging its destruction,
Echoing old screams.
And Belfast is raging.
x x x
The expressions of the dead still look the same,
Rictus-grinning masks, with empty eyes affixing blame.
We swore and sweated, shook or sneered as we took aim
At living portraits sighted through a cross-haired frame,
And we shot them down as one-by-one they came.
But Belfast is raging, still raging in my dreams,
Engaging my reflections,
Echoing death screams.
And Belfast is raging.
x x x
All my visions of the damned remain the same:
Battered, bloody ghosts -- the sole conquest we could claim.
They wandered haunted, lost, through streets of smoke and flame,
Grieving for the dead; for the rent, the mad, the lame.
And though the wounds have healed, memories still maim,
For Belfast is raging, still raging in my dreams,
Re-waging its destruction,
Echoing my screams.
And Belfast is raging.