Echoing shadows of good times <br />Blasted from the bells of honour <br />No more history to tell <br />Progressions has changed us <br />Lightly inhabited valley <br />A trademark throughout <br />Firstly known for beauty <br />Lastly known for failure <br />Revolution famed our culture <br />A signature sight <br />Importance we felt <br />In our southern land <br />Sorrow as black as coal we once mined <br />Where once, <br />More than one loaf made presence on our table <br />Iron equal as coal has made us. <br />Humanity in the land of murdered daughter, <br />By saxan hands. <br />An industry evolves. <br />Nevertheless, <br />Our celtic sacred land <br />Stays within its template. <br />Growth is rapid, society is born. <br />Through blackened features <br />Happiness is seen <br />Rejoice economics for we are earning our <br />Bread of heaven. <br />Life drilled into the echoes of the valley <br />Hour by hour we fed the world <br />Privileged with our present to survival <br />What more can we ask <br />To good to be true we must stay strong. <br />1979, that bitch has killed us <br />and I am not yet born but already dead <br />FREE MARKET ECONOMICS <br />Fighting words <br />War has started, honest men will perish <br />Belts and power stayed slumbered <br />No sign of light <br />Echoing shadows of good times <br />Drowned by despair <br />Guilty BITCH, <br />Decisions and actions by you <br />Have lost us forever. <br />Forever Wales.<br /><br />Pamela James Blackwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thatcher-years/
