Dolores Oriordan

Crimson trees
She’s the goddess
And the children
Are waiting
Golden hair
golden lips
Golden dress
whose berating

Litter bins
Warrington
Two lads Had died
Blown away
All that hate
On that date
They denied
Jonathan Ball
3 years old
On the spot
he was killed
And Tim Parry
12 days later
He got
How he suffered
12 years old
A day before Mothers Day
Out buying presents
So his family did say

The anger the wrath
The darkest of path
From that awful killing
Zombie emerged
In our heads from our beds
The spirit Was purged
The tanks and the bombs
The violence the deaths
The soldiers the rubble
The vilest of trouble
With so many breaths

Lost on that day
Fated and wrong
So many suffering
And with this song
Dolores You brought out
The anger, the woe
The rasp of the vocal
It all seemed to grow
Painkillers and alcohol
Vixenish, She
Alone by herself in a bath
She was free
Eyes closing supposing
The warmth and the heat
The soap in her nostrils
The Swish of her feet

Anger intensely
Straight from the heart
She put everything into
That song from the start
Her petulant feelings
Melancholic was she
An Irish Lass born
Near the emerald Sea
The grimness it rose
So many suppose
Sleepy and weepy
Her world realises
The Cranberries music
Lifted and drew
The Audience with them
Their songs Ever true

In their hearts in the souls
Of those who protest
And all Of the roles
She played Out on stage
Her guitar and her voice
Her energy swaying
It was Always her choice
Dolores we loved you
How sad, you are no more
So much you did Share
And How wonderfully raw
It was and it is
Wherever we hear
Your tonal direction
So brilliantly clear
Emerging and urging
Those moments of fear

The longest four years
The Pedo a man
That blackened her pure soul
Perhaps it was his plan
Pillaged an angel
Her faith brought her through
And at her fathers funeral
What he tried to do

Was suck up to heaven
The devil incarnate
And Dolores was robbed
Of each spiral of fate
Apologies cometh
Such thoughts Were felt
From the charmingly beautiful
Left just to melt

Into her sadness
Her loss on the day
That he dared to repeat
What her daddy might say
In his flush of devotion
That notion of care
Her feathers were broken
Eternal despair.