A Silent Cry
They awake each morning to a cloudless sky
With empty stomachs and throats so dry
The truth is at birth to this they were born
But there for the grace of God goes anyone.
They scour the earth for something to eat
While we do picnic as a treat
Could we for one day the positions exchange,
And they from our glorious bounty partake
Could we exist on a handful of grain
Mixed up with foul water taken from a drain
Could we sit for hours silently waiting
For mankind to help or for God to take us
To a place where all men are the same
From an unfair world so insane,
Could we look at our children, eyes ever knowing
That the chances of our seeing them growing
Are in the hands of people who
Only crave designer shoes from Choo.
Μύ
By Jean Vance
Rhythm 'n' Rhyme Showcase
Al Smyth - Reflections
Alice McGuiness - Each and Every One of Us
Anonymous - Trish and Jo on the Hugo Show
Anonymous - The Cat's Prayer
Anonymous - Radio Ulster Prayer
Anonymous - The Hairdresser's Prayer
Carolann North - Drinking by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Colin T Mercer - How I Start Each Day
Dan Eggs - Work
Daniel Egede - Work
Edward Robinson - Knackered
Emma Jones - The Storm
Emma Jones - Working
Geraldine McMullan - The Plumber's Daughter
Jean Vance - A Silent Cry
Jennifer M Frew - Serenity
Louise Mercer - Birds
Paul Jeffcutt - In Employment
Peter King - Rathlin
Neil Joseph Burns - On A Girl Trying to Maintain Her Dignity
Neil Joseph Burns - The Night Weaver
Sean Mullin - 3722
Steve Ormsby - To War, To Death
Vincent Marmion - At the Bar
Vincent Marmion - Overpowering
Vincent Marmion - The Party After the Funeral
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