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My surrender, I believe, shall never be
To thieves of our true and proper past.
Their aim to fly on a borrowed mast
The flags of William and 'God Save the Queen'.
I do not deny the debt of those -
The Volunteers and Regiments staid;
Our liberty at home owes much to those who laid
Their selves aside to defend their homes.
I, like many, am under threat of complacency,
Cushioned by distance, material and land
From flashpoints and bullets and the bands
Who play, thrashing now as never before
Their claims and counter-claims on each other.

We're marching to different drums, to a common plot;
Kick-the-Pope and Ulster's former crowns.
It is now, our final chance, to stop the rot
Which turns to dust all hope and love in our towns.
 

(c) Philip Ralph Johnston
22 October 93