There was a time, which was not all that long ago,
When our ancestors sent children down mines.
Such barbarity we still often look back on,
With disgust, shame and revulsion.
Tiny, young bodies bent double,
Serving their master’s bidding,
Through mire and darkness.
Times are now changed.
Children can look up.
“See little children,
It’s different now,
It’s all changed,
Stay by mum,
Hold hands,
Look up,
Behold.”
Mines
Land mines ..mine...mine....mine.........mine.......mine..........
