Island of Barbed Wire

Stone paths on a narrow road

Cold wind circles around you

A remote farm and a holiday camp

On the island of barbed wire

Men who once called the island their home

Now interned for no crime

But being born in a different place

Their talents now go to waste

A three-day journey

To bring you food

Hidden in the hem of my dress

Prison guards fooled

I’m so tired

Of being without you

Barbed wire all around my heart

And I’m thinking

Of you in a place called Knockaloe

No law protected our family

Our lives soon divided

Everything taken from us

By the island of barbed wire

The mobilisation

Of new emotions

Spreading fear and scaremongering

In a bloody and sacred crusade

All your freedoms were soon removed

You’re handed boredom instead

Bone sculptures you’ve made for me

But I see your heart is broken

I’m so tired

Of being without you

Barbed wire all around my heart

And I’m thinking

Of you still in Knockaloe