Need we remember that fatal 3rd day of December, of 2015? The day so many Haligonians suffered again.
In Chapsie's fields, the nuke's blow,
Between the buildings, row on row,
---That marks our co-ords, look in the sky,
---The nukes, still bravely soaring, high,
Scarse heard amid the detonations below,
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw the nukes glow,
---Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
------in chapsie's fields.
Take up your mask, with the snow,
To you from failing gas we choke,