Cruel was the bleak day when the English landlords broke our hearts. Burning homes of Irish poor, evicted out in the snow, abandoned. Our rents we could not pay. Crops failed and cattle died. We fled to American shores. In the rain of New York, no one could see our Irish tears.
Michael Cochrane ©
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A thought provoking poem! I can catch the emotions of the poet from this poignantly expressed composition! !