Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2007 21:56:23 GMT 1
Misery is made from the sweat of the Valleys where the men slaved over Steel
Where Women wept as the Children starved, as the cold they began to feel
For the Ragged urchins there was no food,while the Barons dined aplenty
When they retired full to their beds, the Children’s stomachs stayed empty
Oh the Injustices of this hard life, where the few has got a lot
While the workers toil, just to survive, for the pittance they’ve barely got
Hopefully someday the tide will change, when the the poor of the country will turn
So we can hope that in the future ahead ,the new generation will learn.
Of the hardships of those that came before them.
Where Women wept as the Children starved, as the cold they began to feel
For the Ragged urchins there was no food,while the Barons dined aplenty
When they retired full to their beds, the Children’s stomachs stayed empty
Oh the Injustices of this hard life, where the few has got a lot
While the workers toil, just to survive, for the pittance they’ve barely got
Hopefully someday the tide will change, when the the poor of the country will turn
So we can hope that in the future ahead ,the new generation will learn.
Of the hardships of those that came before them.