A CENTURY AGO

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The cobbles are dirty
Streets narrow and high
As the coffin was carried
Another child miner to die.

The pit in the background
Giant wheels turn
Flat caps removed
As poverty burns.

Blackened faces toil
Deep below ground
Remembering a child
Now in his death shroud.

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