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Ulster

Ulster

fancy shooting a man dead for an old label

But think
If there weren’t any old labels
Nobody would ever be shot dead

And all those poor people
Whose livelihood depends on making guns
Would have to be left to starve

Make up your mind
Who would you sooner see living
men with bullets in them
or thousands of ordinary people
going about their decent business

There’s a lot to thank old labels for



Poem Ulster - Rg Gregory