Buncrana Together commemorates 2016 as a year of attrocities afflicted by war and warmongers on innocent men woman and children In the Middle East. We condemn Ireland's role in this by not speaking out, by allowing the use of Shannon Airport to transport US military, of extraordinary rendition of detainees and not least awarding John Kerry, US Secretary of State, the Tipperary Peace Prize.

Through the graphic video and eyewitness's account of the US bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan, 1945 and accompanied by lyrics and music from Chris Floyd's 'Wish The Devil wasn't Real', it is hoped to focus attention on the evils of war happening all over the world, the menace and proliferation of nuclear weapons and the build up of US and NATO military forces surrounding China and Russia. As John Pilger said in his latest documentary 'The Coming War on China', can we really afford to be silent?

"Hiroshima city was a red ocean, fire burning, whole entire city burning. I heard a baby screaming. I still remember very clearly the mother was bleeding all over and tried to nurse the baby and the baby was so...... When I remember that part of it, I just can't take it. People themselves just horrible looking, the hari was ashes, and kinked up "

Wish the Devil

I get up in the morning
my eyes are scalded red
I get up in the morning
my eyes are scalded red
All night long there's been a battle in my head
Like invading armies
tormenting thoughts do rage
Like invading armies
tormenting thoughts do rage
At their head a Captain
The Prince of this dark age

Chorus:
Well, I lost my faith in Jesus
No god out there that I can feel
But when the pain comes how I wish
That the devil wasn't real

I bow my head in prayer
just like so long ago
I fold my hands in fervent prayer
like so many years ago
When God was in the garden
walking softly to and fro
My words rise up like eagles
then fall down with a crash
My words soar up like eagles
then fall down dead with a crash
And that empty space where God was,
The devil's filling it with trash

When the evening breeze is blowing
I feel joy on the wing
When the evening breeze is blowing
I feel joy on the wing
The future starts unfolding
like a flower in the spring
Then he comes round with his poison
that blossom withers on the stem
He comes round with his dram of evil
that flower's blasted on the stem
The whole world becomes a dungeon
Nobody there but me and him