They locked up my Dad.

The year was 1971.
Northern Ireland was far from fun.
Catholics were denied civil rights.
Many people decided to fight.
The army came for Dad one night.
A supposed member of the republican jihad.
The British government locked up my Dad.

To the H-Blocks or even Long Kesh.
A life behind concrete and wire mesh.
No judge or jury, only corrupt government.
That led to my Dad’s internment.

Did they treat you rough Dad?
Did they feed you properly Dad?
Did you miss my mum Dad?
Did you miss your family Dad?
These questions I asked him as he lay dying in his bed.
Answers to these questions he would not shed.
Such a man, so strong, so brave.
He took it all with him to the grave.

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