I write about Stuff

We're all civilised in the West
In Ireland   here
We look back at the Judges
In horror   in shock
That would not happen
In good old Ireland
We have gun-toting eight-year-olds
terrifying estates.
We have girls joining gangs
entering initiation;
the author of Judges
would orate in detail
what that involves
I ain’t doing that.

We're all civilised in the West
In Ireland   here
We don’t decapitate our religious opposition
We don’t FGM our girleens
That would not happen
In good old Ireland
A paedo forced to drink peppered p**s.
A woman forced due to medical interference
to abort her unborn loved child.
An old lady sits in a rocking chair
in a rat-infested damp hole of a flat

We're all so civilised in the West
In Ireland   here
Aren’t we just?
But
If any of those people
Aforementioned above
Were to sit at the Cross and confess
Then our gracious Lord would forgive them thus
Because no matter what horror is in the world today
No matter what horror lay before
He, the innocent Prince of Peace lay down
His life on the Cross
The torrent of His blood washes over each
In a flood of forgiveness and redeeming grace.

We can be changed in the West, anywhere
Here in Ireland, we can be changed
Transformed by the pure one
The only one fit to judge

We can be changed in the West, anywhere
Here in Ireland, we can be changed