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Then we went to Ireland
Where Mother’s people from
Some resembled her side of the family
The outcast and the bum.
But not to forget those different times
Hunger throughout the land
Specters of skin and bones
Proud but empty hand.
Easy enough to be maudlin
Though nothing we can do
‘Cept gnash teeth through the looking glass
At victims resembling you.
Though past remains unaltered
We cast eye steady and cold
Gaze long and sober
Steps ruthlessly bold.
The worst sin to forget heartaches
Of sufferers preceding in time
Fraught by fate with sorrow
And covered too soon with
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