a poem by 1 of 2 U2 fans at work. by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2008. All rights reserved.
- you forgot the unforgettable fire
that's unforgiveable - god forgive you!
i won't. he sucked a damp roll-up ciggie
mocking scorn written all over his face
oh christ yeah, that one i says. how could i?
maybe you were sleeping. you're a disgrace
then there's wide awake in america
you couldn't forget that though: could ye now?
on border land we run - how true is that?
a sort of homecoming still blows my mind
to this day it sends a chill down my spine
i wonder what they'll do to stop the war?
customers walked in. i price tagged CD's
ticked boxes, let him do all the talking...