scream out over the villages and towns,
boys trudge through the streets.
black, lungs congested, from the coal dust,
in their hands, steel tipped boots upon their feet.
mothers stand in the doorways,
their loved ones “away now do you hear?”
donned for their day full of chores,
work hard, not mere,
troops make their way through the colliery gates,
back for a fleeting look,
wives and mothers they may never see again.
is a dangerous task, working in the mine full of muck
a young one was crushed to death,
the collapsed coalface.
he was only twelve, still a lad,
never have worked in that place