R.I.P. Rev. I.P.

So

Ian Paisley, the Reverend

with a voice so loud

booming over land and cloud,

now you’ve left for good

for your beliefs you stood

after a lifetime it seems

you were already old when I was in my teens

I

never quite understood, how

a cloth-man could stand the politics

and the MP’s systematic dirty tricks,

I guess it was your stubbornness

that stopped you from ever saying “yes”

that for decades kept your throat so tender

after endless roars of “no surrender, no surrender!”