I passed it this morning, on the wall was a sign The name had changed, to School of Arts and Design I stood there looking in, now that was a change I stared through the gates as this was quite strange In the poem "The Long Can", I had wrote about this place Where the nuns took in laundry and young girls in disgrace They had done that forever, even before I was born They worked round the clock, through night and morn The young girls suffered, at the hand of the sisters Who had no trouble at all dishing out blisters Now, why the change what brought this about Could it be some of the girls, escaped, got out? Yes, this is true and the stories been told By four young girls, who were strong and bold The Magdalene Sisters, ran Good Shepherd Convent With the cheapest of labor in any Continent Getting pregnant out of wedlock, was a major embarrassment As the Church and Parents, forced them in harassment The girls were young and for their sins had to pay The children that were born there, were just given away The Magdalene's were well known throughout Europe With operations the same and the girls with no hope Well time changes everything, like day into night Now the Convents Laundries, are no longeer in sight Who's to blame, for what took place Was it he, who created the Human Race? "Gods" not to blame, he gave humans a mind With the ability to reason, be fair and be kind The lesson here, is to learn how to live As for the sins commited, learn to forgive Michael Christopher Daly Oct. 9, 2005 |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
'THE BLISTER SISTERS"
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