A Village Called Nain


It seems we do not want

To settle down again

This death has stirred us up

We don’t want the same refrain

Elizabeth departing

Calls us start anew

Calls for justice equity

Summon me and you


Little old lady at the gate

Her only son now dead

A mournful procession

Heavy funereal tread

Jesus coming stops the bier

Young man I say arise

And life returns amazingly

Where once were mournful skies


So now in Britain voices stir

Everything must change

The stories that we tell ourselves

We need to rearrange

Issues of privilege class and race

Inequity and crime

Call us to renew ourselves

And not before time


Brian Fahy

13 September 2022

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