Steve Stockman, “The Belfast Beatitudes”

Cursed are the peacemakers
For they might compromise
Cursed are those who mourn
For they might apologise
Cursed are the poor in spirit
For they might confess and regret
And cursed are the merciful
For they might forgive and forget
And cursed are the meek
For they won’t ride their high horse
But blessed are the arrogant
For they will maintain this curse

I just found this in a book I am editing about the use of apocalyptic beliefs in the "troubles" in Northern Ireland. It's relevance extends far beyond the limited social context in which it was penned.