The men who sat upon my chair were varied and converse.
Some just had a haircare,others were hasty or terse.
I suppose it was understandable some were in distress.
For who knows what they said afore they met their deaths.
I was the barber on the row we never title as you do!
Where monsters and angels know whats vitaly true!
Innocent or guilty!it is all the same to God!
we all have the ability to share his sons blood!
A certain butcher who bragged at his sudden pardon!
Waked out to a hero,s flag and instant stardom.
That very nights celebrations amongst his kin and kind!
returned with bombs of destruction because we were so blind!
Being of the rebel mind,myself just could not fathom.
Seeing all this cruel devide in crimson blood all mixing.
As i now watch the world from my freed thinking mind.
Passing the torch to hurl my need for a friend.
It did not surprise me to quickly find one calling.
Cept,their eyes told me they knew about prison.
Soon after being wined!dined!and mated up!
The ballooon busted and he jumped like a pup!
He pulled out a gun like billy the kid!
As the lassie squeeled and i hit the skids.
Who the fuk are you ya nutter?put that gun away!
"im an undercover soldier for the IRA!
What the fuk do you think i can possibly do?
just because im a rebel!i still love the jew!
He wanted me to tell him what the butcher revealed.
I was haunted by the hell relayed for me to seal.
The only thing i could think to get out of this mess.
I,d have to sing my mothers song and hope im being blessed.
And he did,nt interupt my lovely words of burns!
May old aquaintance be forgot!a new 1 has begun!

(this is dedicated to the Bardess Willow!and any copywrites are hers,as it is my gift to her.thank you.