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The Workhouse

     The workhouse                                April 28, 2013

The workhouse, Irelands shame, nameless children, lonely life
Never to speak no talk allowed, suffering on their own
Steal a child of Ireland and work with the boss in mind
Turn you're back my Irish government, I want to ask you why
Forget the life of our children, they don't have a vote
Ignore their screams and punishment, control their childhood dreams
Captured at home, a little captured Gael, just like the men of ten
The angels of the workhouse, struggling to be free
The children of the workhouse, no different than you or me
At that precious age with stolen lives, Ireland must ask why?
Children are our future, our children must be free
 Irish children must share the future just like you and me  
The workhouse, Irelands shame, nameless children, lonely life
Never to speak, no talk allowed, suffering on their own


      Gerrard McGeachy




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