Category Archives: I.R.A.

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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Past Versions

I am not an anarchist now but thought I might be.

Whatever flag I fly people will fight me.

When young, as others, I said maybe I am an idealist.

I looked it up, I said no, I’ll cross that off the list.

Communism appeared to have something to it but, in practice, Hell.

Some kind of socialism, half measures, people cooperating if they would.

But where does that work, nowhere so far.

Nazism I rule out, or fascism if you prefer.

I wear no label, don’t categorise.

I venerate the wise.

Nationalism is a no-no, nationalism kills.

When I find out what I’m about I’ll stop taking pills.

Actually, I don’t, I smoke and drink.

I sometimes think.

I muse, I am amused, confused.

But not very, don’t worry.

I leave no mark, I am no snail.

Still I lived to tell the tale.

I’m not much of a joiner, I bow to no king.

My last words may be I did my thing.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2018

Save The World

If I wrote the perfect poem to save the world would you read it?

If I gave you a million pounds would you need it?

Would you thank me for it before you put it in the bank?

I don’t expect much of you, to be frank.

People everywhere breathe air.

Some wear masks, pollution doesn’t care.

Some say things are getting better, some say worse.

It’s a bit of both, here comes your hearse.

Who will save the world from us, from each other?

Are you leaving it to me and my brother?

Or another?

Tich Ennis

6th November, 2018

Left Right

If you go far enough left you come out on the right.

Good night.

Shut up and eat your bun.

We have a gun.

No fun.

Tich Ennis

13th April, 2018

Stigma

Because of stigma people won’t admit they’re mad.

That’s sad.

The cure is right within yourself, get with it, do it.

There’s nothing to it.

Mad is nothing, it means nothing, get that straight.

You are master of your fate.

Tich Ennis

13th March, 2018

Guns

Why not stop the infection at source?

That would make sense of course.

Should we all be armed against each other?

Who, your sister, father, mother, brother?

There are mad men out there so they say.

Shoot them and they go away.

Why are they mad, do you ever ask?

That is your task.

Do not cure the symptom, cure the disease.

Ask any doctor please.

Tich Ennis

25th February, 2018