Category Archives: Child Abuse

Religious Brother

You told me perfection is what we must try to achieve but perfection is impossible. You told the class.

And about Mary going to Bethlehem on her ass.

And you hit me.

You said love one another is what its all about quoting a man from long ago.

You hit people who did not know.

I understand you left the order and married later, in later years.

You instilled fears.

I still remember what you said, maybe you are dead.

You told us about the I.R.A. as if they were good.

Do you think you should?

I left school and was treated as a human being.

Its all about seeing.

To see means to understand.

Things are no better now, only different, in this land.

Some suck-up pupil said you were mad, one who liked your stories of the I.R.A.

What can I say?

Of course there is a lot more.

I don’t want to bore.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2018

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Cocaine

Christ turned water into wine, not cocaine.

He caused no one pain.

A temporary thrill, a temporary high, sooner you die.

Who knows best, fools or the rest.

Mental illness, family breakdown.

Are these worth a night on the town?

Who pays, who has the money, is life cheap?

Are you smart or are you wise, will you weep?

Watch your love life fall apart, think before you start.

How may I prove to you that common sense is true?

Children are victims too.

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2018

The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

Sinn Fein

Sinn Fein revealed for the sectarian murderers they are.

When will they find their guiding star?

Whatever happened to live and let live, to love means to give.

As for the Unionists why don’t you learn Scots Gaelic, its more or less the same.

Why play the hate game?

We’re all the same.

I’d like a borderless world, the Earth has none.

May we smile under the Sun.

Must I make it absolutely clear, borders are man made, creating fear.

Lets have no borders here.

Maybe next year.

When will tomorrow come, never, people say.

The IRA have not gone away.

Allow the children play.

That’s all I have to say.

Forever and a day.

A child waves at everyone passing by, even me.

They see.

When will truth be?

A child believes in friendliness, do not betray their trust.

We are made from the same dust.

Okay, Sinn Fein, you had your say.

Help make hate go away.

I have not joined the haters.

I am one of the waiters.

I don’t mean in a hotel.

What the Hell!

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018

 

Still Voice

A still small voice said that is right the stronger voice said good night.

The still voice said do not shout the strong voice said I know what its all about.

The still voice said you use the word I if you do that we will die.

The strong voice said shut up you fool I was the bully at my school.

The still voice said you murder me the strong voice said I do it in the name of free.

The still voice said you fly a false flag a flag is after all a rag.

The strong voice said how dare you insult what is great I condemn you to your fate.

The still voice said you know you’re wrong the strong voice said get back in your box where you belong.

The strong voice said I rule the roost shut up still voice your goose is cooked.

The still voice said when will peace be the strong voice said I believe in me.

That’s the trouble don’t you see said the still voice silently.

Tich Ennis

13th January, 2018

Rubbish Man

What do I want, I want the truth to be.

To Hell with me.

I write and sing for what its worth.

I want peace and happiness on Earth.

Joy, let joy be unconfined.

I am imperfect, do you mind?

So where is the perfect man, nowhere I suppose.

In the meantime may I wear his clothes?

I speak truth, I hope to be it too.

I waited everlastingly for you.

Some clown here says he wants the truth to be.

Who? Me.

I well know I may be misunderstood.

The rubbish man says swap bad and mad for good.

I want to make it perfectly clear.

That’s why I’m here.

My aim is for perfection, may I not aim in vain.

The world is in pain.

May my words not go down the drain.

The rubbish man would like a holiday in Spain.

Tich Ennis

10th January, 2018