'An tOcras Mór' The Great Hunger.



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My family of two kids and my loving wife

Ask me, can this issue be solved

What are the answers ?

What are the solutions ?


Our life has been totally removed from us

A fungus from across the open sea

Crept on to my land late last night

Like a thief it robbed me of everything


Where is the solution ?

Why this again . what has Ireland done wrong ?

Last year i lost most family & friends

To something called a blight


Does mother nature not love my land

Is it the English landlords forcing me out of my country

Not just of my land with their penal laws

Now this act , sends me afar


I walk with my family through a swamp of rotting vegetable

My children barley able to walk through the field

A field that only yesterday was our life

Today even the family that stubble through it now have no life


Of to the docks we go

Seeing fields of blackness

Families dying in their own failed crops

A stench that eats into your very soul


Stealing what strength you might have left

My youngest falls to the rd

His little body has had its toll

My wife unable to lift the lifeless body


My little girl clutching my hand

Her tears unable to run down her blackened face

i have to get my family to the docks

what awaits us there, a ship


We have nothing but our clothes on our backs

I have no idea of cost of travel , or how to pay

The hunger i have staves me of complex thought

Then my wife falls to the ground


As i sit on the cold wet docks

My little girl in her mothers bosom

i look around at death , bodies all over the place

death now seems more welcome than the ship


I see men fight to try n get onto this ship

This ship will only hold so many

There is no law And order just chaos

Folk are jumping into the sea


Thinking that they can swim out to gain a faster entry

i dont see relief in anyone face

Even those who board , are soulless people

Families now on a different passage of life


They leave Ireland with mournful looks,

Most of them knowing this is where it'll end.


Through all the noise

Of screaming , shouting , the ship firing up its engine

i hear a final gasp of air come from my little girls body

As she lies lifeless on top of her mother


Here i was alone in a country that was mine

A country i loved and worked the land of

i thought back to what my wife asked me

What are the answers ?

What are the solutions ?


The answer for me was death

The solution

The sea, as i could not swim

It would take me to my family

Once again we would be together


The end Swifty {copyrighted}




This petition seeks your support for a campaign to:

* Persuade relevant authors, editors and website content providers to stop using the word ‘Famine’ for what took place in Ireland between 1845 and 1850, and start using terms such as, "The Great Hunger" or 'An tOcras Mór

PETITION LINK- TO CHANGE THE WORD FAMINE http://www.petitions24.com/when_famine_became_genocide_ireland_1845_-_1850

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