Old England

My Father voiced The country's got cancer Broken down into a 3 day week Labor failed And the Union's triumphed While the peasant's toiled For greener pastures But the ego of man won out in the end Boarding Ships destined for foreign lands Families left not wanting Rather needy of hungry mouth's And child to feed The ties and loss that bleed Loved ones away The price and debt must pay For a brighter day Hold a candle and write a letter To all lost daughters and parting sons Who where the collateral cost Of Mother's and Father's Who there grandchildren will never know Because the Cancer of which my Father spoke The common folk would part From the stark reality of 70 Britain And thought the Sun never set On the places now the emigrants stay Loved one's left behind are missing What England tore apart Mother's, Daughter, Father , Brother Someone who could only be reached on the end of a phone Another lifetime away Though not Grey But could not keep the Blues at Bay