Hell on Earth
Woe to you, Sister
And woe to your cane.
Woe to the agony
Inflicted with pain.
Black habit women,
Heartless and cruel,
Made my life wretched
While I was at school.
Payer book in one hand,
Cain in the other,
To make things even worse,
You became Reverend Mother!
‘Sunday's nine o'clock mass
And not a minute pass! '
On Monday morning
When we came into class.
The interrogation
Would then begin
‘Mai Murphy, stand
And repent for your sin!
Holy Ireland
Left a lot to be said,
There were many children
That wished they were dead.
We suffered in silence
For who could we tell
With the fear of damnation
And burning in hell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You poor children, so misled by those who are misled. Tell me please, that you were able to outgrow such cruel treatment. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline