Angel Meadow Manchester
Truly hell on earth
Industrial revolution
Slave for all your worth
Crowded rooms on crowded streets
Illness in the air
Spend your life in factories
No one else to care
Crowded cars on motorways
Crowded city streets
Crowded teeming shanty towns
Crowded slums repeat
Crowded soldiers go to war
Crowded on to trains
Crowded graveyards hold them now
Death in mud and rain
Many rooms my Father has
Jesus tells his friends
Alas there is no room for him
Soon will come his end
But God has room for everyone
So we should make a space
A place for everyone to live
To live in peace and grace
Brian Fahy
13 May 2022
Erris Poetry 