by William Forde
"Oh stars so bright up in the sky,
shine down upon my family,
do not let us die.
Oh warmth of sun rays shine within,
protect me from all earthly fears
and fend off hunger and cold nights,
remove uncertainty and fright.
We have no food, we have no coal,
my parents say they have no hope,
they cannot fill a hole.
With three small mouths to feed and cupboards bare,
what can we do?
We've nowt but tattered rags to wear
for clothes to see us through.
The bank won't lend, we can't repay,
the shops won't credit one more day.
We've nothing left, no more to do,
but to leave behind this world so cruel,
a world unfair, unjust, untrue.
Nothing to look back upon or forward to,
with prospects vanquished down the wisher's well,
better go to heaven now than suffer here
in this eternal hell.'
William Forde: Copyright: June 1st, 2014.