DONAGHMORE WORKHOUSE-
THESE WAILING WALLS

SADNESS SEEPS FROM EVERY WALL
HORROR HOWLS IN EVERY HALL,

A CHILD WITH ONLY DAYS TO LIVE
HER MOTHER NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE,

BROUGHT HER TO THIS PLACE IN HOPE,
NO LONGER LIFE IN HER TO COPE

IN HERE IS BAD BUT OUTSIDE WORSE,
EATING GRASS TOO WEAK TO CURSE.

THE MEN WHO BROUGHT THEM DOWN TO THIS
THE MOTHER TURNS AND TRIES TO KISS

SOME LIFE IN TO HER STARVING CHILD,
AS OUT THE BACK THE CORPSES PILED,

THE SMELL OF DEATH ON EVERY TREE,
NO LIFE JUST WEEPING EIFEGYS,

STARE ABOUT AND WONDER WHY,
THE GOD THEY LOVED HAD PASSED THEM BY,

AS CHILD AND MOTHER BREATHE THEIR LAST,
GHOSTS COME HOWLING FROM THE PAST,

NO MAN SHOULD HAVE TO DIE THIS WAY,
THANK GOD THAT I AM HERE TODAY

TO HEED THESE WAILING WALLS.

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