My beautiful Finglas
Every day I drive through my beautiful Finglas
Avoiding dogs, horses, burning caravans and broken glass.
I used to drive pass the magical van by the triangular « park »
Selling groceries and sweets until dark
Now there is a modern garage as a grocery shop
Where I’m too afraid to stop
Kids sometimes throw stones at me
It is usually when someone has switched off the TV.
My beautiful Finglas, full of promises…
Rise in attacks on bus drivers in Finglas
