I sit in a push chair.
The world towers above.
Batons and shields ,
Policemen and barriers,
Robert Muldoon and a rugby regime ,
Home before the whistle blows and any action is seen

A momentous revolution,
Our side has won ,
A landslide result and Muldoon is done,
Defeat from the jaws of victory,
Meetings to resist,
“Save Our Post Office” badges and soviet fists

A violent explosion,
A murder on one of our own,
A package of dissuasion ,
And Ernie is gone, 
“stronger in a union”  a  great bloody display ,
Another brick in the wall at the end of the day.

Rainbows and peace doves,
Frog eating frog men and a limpet of death.
We sit and watch an act of war
But it’s hot head to say so,
Beat them at the rugby in front of an impartial ref.

A lone wolf and an AK,
The dead hunted like wild prey,
I sit with a toy one,
The meaning is muted , a child’s grasp of tragedy ,
Ban all those toy guns,
Fatherly disapproval leads to weaponry removal.

A family massacre,
A north south divide,
David the murderer or the lucky survive ,
I sit on the couch and watch as the old house burns,
Exercising evil in a ritual turn

I walk from my girlfriend’s house in the luminous bright day,
Post coital glory and the sunniest of rays. 
I look at a tv to see a plane and tower collide,
The world’s gone crazy
Or maybe we just swallowed the official line.