Neil Andrew Hornby Poet Verse

A Generation Lost

The ghost of Lincolnshire's Daughter
Tonight smiles from her grave
With the locking of iron gates
Ends a plan that she made

Every father passed to his son
A family craft that was unbroken
Doffing of peaks, kept in line
With the banksman's pit token

Then with questions of fairness
Would lead to great losses
They would stand toe to toe
With their betters and pit bosses

Westminster Right would revel
In a working class decline
Pomposity and misuse of
Yorkshire's Thin Blue Line 

So with lungs blackened with dust
A once strong Union's last stand
They walked out lamenting
To tunes of the colliery brass band

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