Northern Ireland

I don't pretend to know the entire history of the land.

I don't know who did what to whom, or when.

I do know there are people who feel oppressed, and others who feel threatened.  I worked with British soldiers who served in Northern Ireland, and I felt their pain.  Protestants, Catholics... I don't have the answer.  If you want to worship a purple furry rhinoceros, I don't really care.

Get together.  Have a barbecue, a few drinks, some potato salad. No weapons, just sit and talk.  You may find that you have more in common than different.

I don't mean to trivialize the struggle... but please... quit killing each other.

Zombie... zombie... zombie... doing the same thing over and over...

In your head, in your head...

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

Things have calmed... but the tinderbox remains. Please be at peace, people.