Babys Birth Remembered
Baby’s birth remembered:
The snow falls on the ground.
Lights are lit: bells peal,
I listen to the sound.
Belfast of the Churches
Of the Papishers, and the Prod
They hate each other to show their love
Of a bemused common God.
Among it all, approaching walks
A woman a Burka wears
A common enemy for both to hate:
The taxi driver swears.