Belfast Rape

I was only a lad of three
In Belfast town where I did see
My mother pulled down on the ground
Two British soldiers found
Her clothing ripped
Her bodice bra and panty slip
They made her nude and penetrated
Every orifice that God gave her
They knocked out her teeth
So they could enter her mouth and find relief
When they were done they spit and urinated on her hair
And almost took her life right there
They raped her there in front of me
Yet made my brother Anthony
And yet I love the little boy
He is the apple of my eye
My Da arrived as they did finish
He shot them both there on the lin-edge
The coppers never knew who killed them Brits
They never heard one word of it
Ma knew that if she reported it
That our Da would be finished wit
But often at night I hear the screams
And relieve that horrendous scene
It's thirty years I wake at night
Cold and wet with midnight fright
What could I do? A lad of three
I'm tortured for infinity