What we dismiss as a weed
Was once all there was to feed
The hungry in a land of plenty
Guarded by soldiers, stomachs empty
They walked the long roads to the workhouse
Having lost, house, home and horse.
Many on the journey lost their lives
The future bleak for they who the walk survives
Some met help from their own along the way
More were by others driven away.
We wonder how folk walked by the dying at their feet
As we walk by the dying on our city street
Saying there is nothing for them can be done
Not looking or thinking of anyone.
The street folk thought of as little now
As the famine food that was how
The dead and dying of famine times
Survived on or died for capitalism’s crimes.