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.
16th November, 2018