Kamar's Farewell To Millstreet

The Winter morning air in it did have a cold chill
 A few hours before a gray dawn did break above Clara Hill
A bang on a doorway Kamar the cry rang out
You are coming with us the emigration officials did shout

To his wife Aisha and their two young children a tearful farewell
Such sad stories of their lives some people have to tell
In a fair World such a story would never be
Life is so cruel to many would you not agree?

For Kamar it was a sad farewell from Drishane in Millstreet
Just a short walk from where the rivers do meet
And from the railway track in the green countryside
Where in Ireland's famine for every sleeper a working man died

On the tracks in the depths of  the Winter of hunger and cold
Their individual life stories never to be told
The Human World is still ruled by the forces of greed
Of far more people with compassion and empathy we are so much in need

It is something that has been said many a time
To want a better and a safer life for yourself and your wife and your children is never a crime
To forcibly deport decent asylum seeking people is such a terrible thing
Such shame  on a Nation such a practice does bring

In the dark of a cold Winter's morning before the break of day
Kamar from his wife and his children was forcibly taken away
When the cold winds of Winter from the mountains did blow
In Drishane where Finnow to the Blackwater flow.