Who fears to speak of our brothers fate
Who died such violent deaths
Who blushes at their names
Who seeks justice for these crimes
Could we now be so tame
Who should hang their heads in shame
Who could possibly be to blame?
Not us,
But who?
Who indeed.
Epilogue
“It wasn’t me,” shrieked Homer Simpson,
“I didn’t do it
Nobody saw me do it
I’m innocent
I’m not a Corporate Killer
It was God who killed
the 23.”
Michael Brennan | February 2006
This poem is in memory of the 23 workers who were killed on building sites in Ireland in 2005.
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