Poetry About Irish Republican Army

Three letters appear on a wall already layered with grief and allegiance. The acronym crosses a century of organizations, splits, and changed aims. Partition draws a political border through farms, roads, and families. Some speak of liberation; others remember a knock, a blast, an empty chair. Armed struggle claims necessity while civilians carry consequences.

Partition draws a political border through farms, roads, and families. No history is honest if it counts one community's dead and not another's. The border road remembers checkpoints long after barriers are removed. A ceasefire does not silence every inheritance of fear. Peace requires language wide enough for pain without excusing harm. Memory must become more than another weapon handed forward.

Three letters appear on a wall already layered with grief and allegiance. Armed struggle claims necessity while civilians carry consequences. Prisons, funerals, marches, and negotiations enter the same archive. A ceasefire does not silence every inheritance of fear. Fresh paint covers the wall, though the old letters remain underneath. Memory must become more than another weapon handed forward.