The Shame of Ireland

The Shame of Ireland

Childhood Reflections

Poverty while growing up in Ireland was not a crime

But it was a curse

It caused others to look down on me and made me feel worse

Growing up in Ireland where I was stigmatized

I knew that financially we were different

Victim of the Starvation Order meant starve the child to death

My late sister and I were meant for an early death

All because My relatives joined the British Army during the Emergency

They fought for the freedom denied to us - what a shame?

After all these years no one says sorry

Neither the Catholic Church or the Government

Want to take the blame

One of my first memories in the cottage

Is missing floorboards on the floor

Rats did the rounds at night

That stigma word was at my door

My father was missing from home

I had wondered where he had gone

In fact he had been sent to Limerick jail

For stealing bread for me to feed upon

Bread and water was his diet as punishment for a so called crime

Going to jail dad was hard dad I am so glad you were mine


PS If these few lines make you sad sorry but that was part of my stolen childhood... 

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Comment by jack colleton on November 3, 2014 at 14:10

Fine Prose

Comment by jack colleton on November 3, 2014 at 14:11

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