Cranberries on my brain

Cranberries on my brain

righteously wet in a Dublin rain

squished between my fingers

i find no one there

on the cobblestone square

of Londonderry where i sit

imagining the times when it was tough

playing golf in the deepest rough

with the lights turned down low

and there's no where safe to go

looking out from center stage

smiles turning into rage

British troops keeping score

from an empty dancehall floor

with their Queen and King in royal robe

claiming an empire that spans the globe:

but the Belfast boys

will not be toys

for anyones' amusement

fighting to be free

and not a mindless zombie.