Push for PORTER


Johnny McEvoy

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On a far off August day
cold young men in ambush lay
On a roadside by a hill
where flowers grow
So much hate for one so young
who was right and who was wrong
Though a thousand years may pass
we'll never know

Candles dripping blood
they placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops
on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
in their grief they wonder why
Michael in their hour of need
you had to go

And when evening twighlight came
gently fell the autumn rain
Oh but you lay still and silent
on the ground
As we hung our heads in prayer
in our sorrow and despair
We wondered was it friend or foe
who shot you down

Now the flame that you held high
when you called out to the sky
To end this senseless killing
and this shame
Has now passed to other hands
and is carried through the land
By some not fit to even speak your name