The forgotten men and their mines,
Lost, well before their due time.
Mothers who lost their boys,
To black lumps, that did not resemble toys.
Starved of education, nor could read or write,
Spent their childhood, away from the sunlight.
The lovers who never returned from their day,
Losing a precious thing, for precious pay.
At the end of the day, Returning as black as night.
Working for love, Despite their own plight.
Remember Those mines and the forgotten men,
And how they never saw the sun again.
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