Look, here's a
letter from him: the state hath
another, his wife
another; and, I
think, there's one
at home for you.
The First Minister of
Northern Ireland in Belfast (54 degrees North, 5 degrees West)
threatens to resign over letters to people termed 'on the runs'. MPs
in Westminster (51 degrees North, 0 degrees West) roar and shout.
Journalists say 'I told you so'. Lawyers wax knowledgeable and rub
their palms together in expectation of future windfalls.
A letter for me! it
gives me an estate of seven
years' health;
in which time I will
make a lip at
the physician
All over a letter. Or
almost 200 of them. Letters sent on the authority of various British
Governments, including the current one. Some of them include pardons
from the Queen of England.
Madam, a noble
gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my
lord with letters.
The putative criminals
receiving these
pardons/amnesties/exemptions/letters of comfort are
all alleged to have been involved in armed activity against the
British State as part of militant Irish Republican campaigns.
Of this my letters
Before did
satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole
you have not to make it with,
It must not be
with this.
No letter falls through
the letterbox of family members of the dead, killed by State or
paramilitary forces, in the civil conflict in Ireland. No letter for
the woman whose son was killed; for the woman whose her husband was
killed; for the man whose sister was killed. No letter of comfort,
explanation, acknowledgement, regret or justice. No letter saying
'sorry' and 'it won't happen again'.
Welcome hither:
Your letters did
withhold our breaking forth
Patience herself
would startle at this letter,
And play the
swaggerer
Armies look after
themselves first.
the letters too
Of many of our
contriving friends in Rome
Petition us at
home
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