This urban demographic is split in two.
Crows perch on the dissection,
they, alone, are free to fly between these halves .
Their shiny pebble eyes in black observe the whole.
Arrogant uniforms march through the heart and soul,
orange men provocatively snake between sectarian pillars.
Drumbeat and horns, the music of battle, marches too.
Larger than life, mural faces stare,
martyrs’ supervision of today.
Tourists scrawl messages of inert hope on the wall,
digital photos capture the moment.
The Troubles immortalized in brick and barbed wire.