As if once more nailed to a cross
In Dublin, Christ was crucified
Where on a street beside the Dáil
The least of his slept and died.
Another story in the news
Where their duty to the people forsaking
A government shed crocodile tears false as their smiles
About a situation of their making.
The night before on Georges street
Two homeless men I passed
Rowing over who had the right to sleep in a doorway
Based on the nights gone past.
One said – who was in the doorway – he was there for weeks
Pointing for backup to another who there I did meet
Met with verbal abuse from the other man
Who said “I know all this end of the street”
As I passed them both, and they out of earshot fell
I said a silent prayer
In thanks this Christmas its them and not me
Who ague over that doorway there.
But for the grace of God and all that
On Facebook I did write
Not knowing for another on this earth
It was to be his last night.
The dawn coming was the last he’d see
In an ending he did not choose
As a three day wonder his death would be
Known all over the land in the news.