Her Nottingham Granny At Chilwell

Ten women were injured on the factory floor,
they lost an arm in the whirring blade.                              
They did not know how bombs were made,
Their injuries matched the men at war.

But their names are not on a memorial plaque,
on the memorial arch there are men on the front
they are not on the back.
Men could not fight if bombs were not made.

Her grandmother died in the First World War
she was making bombs for the troops to use.
The factory caught fire with a faulty fuse
two hundred and fifty women – what did they die for?

But their names are not on a memorial plaque,
on the memorial arch there are men on the front
they are not on the back.
Men could not fight if bombs were not made.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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