men wept in the drought of dark chasm
queue to damnation
the irresponsibility of the authority
in the trades of recession
selling apples a day
kept the people away
sailing across the Atlantic
trying to find ways
entering a new land,
portals don’t welcome new immigrants

He should have stayed in Brooklyn
but what was the difference
slums of Limerick
Hoovervilles or shantytowns

There were no jobs
million voiceless throng
hidden in the record
There must be crime

Starvation and disease
lack of medical facility
yet alcoholism
and wiping shillings
was famous in the pub

Future, pay heed
to the dark horrors
of the past
that brought light
to this present