These are the
days
Innocence passes
Ideals face the challenge
Of moving on, a favourite expression
"Times change, and with them the world."
Who will chart this life?
A contemporary, someone's son, shot,
Snuffed out by cowards with guns
Who hide behind bastard names of the past.
I feel a long way from the hills of Antrim.
These are our days.
(C) Philip Ralph Johnston
9 August 1993