Beautifully Irish Massachussets

Start the week with a poem. I hope nobody will find it anti-British or anti- American, because it was not supposed to be like that.

Beautifully Irish Massachussets
To U2, in the memory of J.A.
To be read while watching U2, Elevation in Boston


It’ good to be Irish.
I’m Irish when I drink coffee,
When I cry, love and listen to you too.

No people are like you,
But they all dance when you sing.
No people, nothing compares to you.
But all stop hearing Dublin’s bells ring.

No people are like us,
But they’ve killed for stayin’live too.
If there’s God’s music on this world,
Why aren’t we alone, just me and you?

Cross on the churches, cross on the graves,
Cross at JFK, cross on the planes,
Cross on machine-guns, cross on our loss,
Cross on Ulysses, cross on our cross.



I watch you: birds, war, candles, cross ,the Vatican
It’s good to see you , Irish , where they’re all American.