The Irish Lament Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

The Irish Lament

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We lost our home just the other day.
In court, a verdict gave the bank it's the way.
Our children don't know what to say,
For they're far too young to understand.
What has become of our country grand,
This realm we call our dear motherland?
It's now become a hell on earth for some.
And worse, of all, there's more bad news to come.
We have no house, no place to call home.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,sorrow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All over Ireland families are broken hearted over the loss of their HOMES to the bankers. Austerity has become a fact of life.
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