Two poems describing New York from the view of an Irish immigrant during the early 1900s.
History Poems
On Misery Lane
On Misery Lane
The slums of New York surround me
There’s an aura of death in the air
No jobs exist for me
New York’s full of riots and affairs
Accursed is the city
Where good men die
Its overcrowded
Overpopulated
Over-exaggerated
From Ireland, I should never have come
The promised riches
Were delivered not
But arrives was only
Poverty and famine
Theft and murder
Hunger and despair
Disease plagues the air
No facorty will take me in
So here I am, stuck
On Misery Lane
School
School children dashed frantically
With a fear of being late
Whites and blacks both in class
All learning separately,
But peacefully
However
Afterwards, when they all beomce adults
The white men beat the black
They steal form then
Step on them
Treat them like trash
Though the civil war was won
And the blacks supposedly free
There still appears no end
To the torture of a people
That just strains to be free
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