There's thirty people on the bridge and they're standing in the rain They caught my eye as I passed them by, they tried to explain Why they were standing there, I did not want to hear When trouble gets too close to home, my anger turns to fear
With my eyes turned to the ground I moved along I covered up my ears and I held my tongue The rain poured down relentlessly upon the picket line And the empty words fell from my lips, “Your troubles are not mine”
Though the rain it made the colours run the message it was plain Women are being strip searched in Armagh jail
We kneel in adoration before effigies of stone Our eyes turned to heaven blind to what's going on Six women hold a naked woman pinned down on the floor Without trial or jury, like a prisoner of war
Though the rain it made the colours run the message it was plain Women are being strip searched in Armagh and Brixton Jail
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