“In the gutters lies the black man, dead,
And where oil flows blackest, the streets run red,
And there was He who was born and came to be,
Who lived and died without liberty”

—  Bobby Sands

"Modern Times"
Poetry, Miscellaneous poems

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Irish volunteer of the Provisional Irish Republican Army 1954–1981

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