Shankhill

flags bind up on the lights. along the streets dumb witnesses of stories about human lives, about the history that never dies. they can tell us about pride, struggle and fight. they carry pain, hate of people who don't want to understand. pray for peace wishing blood. cry for your beloved killing people. you don't care about. it's the game of gods. both searching for something, a meaning, a cause. so who has right?
it doesn't matter! the flags make them proud, give them something in their meaningless lives. that counts in the game of gods. it's the game of gods. in the game of gods. it's the game of gods. where man is the loser anyway. freedom, belief! you fight for.
to others you deny. colors and lines are more important than their own human lives. it's the game of gods. in the game of gods. in this so called game of gods. they sit on a balcony and watch this tragic-comic play. it's a play for gods. in this play for gods. we live in this play for gods.