The Yellow Gate

family, friend or foe?

unimportant in the question of orange and green.

this northern land, this island, this kingdom or this state,

no matter your stance, you stand on either side of the gate.

 

Allegiance to her, the regal heir, or she, the land of Eire.

The question, in black or white,  can be seen.

The answer given, in either orange or green.

 

we washed away the blood, we built monuments of honour,

we signed agreements and spoke of peace upon her,

yet here we are, standing,

painted in orange or green.

 

A new generation is rising,

both the green and orange paint drying.

no longer fit for use,

both colours we intend to lose.

 

an alliance has been formed,

we intend to share the paint across each side of the gate.

society has been well and truly warned,

divisions and differences are well out of date.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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