Souls for Blackened Lungs
Men sold their souls to the mines
Gave their lives for a dollar that
Went into someone elses pocket
Some are still in those pits deep
Beneath the ground; buried there
Instead of their ancestral lands
Wives without husbands; children
Hungry and without understanding
Sometimes men go beneath the dirt
Alive, and never come out again
Worse still, some came out only to
Succumb to a fate nobody knew of
At least not at first, not right away
Then to a fate that was known by
Those who owned those mines;
Whose greed knew no boundaries
Black lung was only a consequence
That the poor were left to burden
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Wonderful eulogy for the men in the mines..