A poem I have written regarding the Irish government and Catholic Church and my nan who was forced into the magdalene laundries and had her three children stolen from her wrongly.
Under everyone's nose the Irish state and Catholic Church was stealing women and children from their own homes. Some were families that were made to feel ashamed, so they handed their children to the church to learn what was classed as the right ways. Some was based on discrimination, which the whole nation had a place within. Upholding the catholic law, your a whore, if you've had a child out of marriage, you were classed as a lowest form of human, you were looked upon like a savage.
Keep us a secret and try let no one know, take away our names and all we had known, take our children, then put our body in a hole! The ignored screams and cries of children & women behind the holy walls, No one cared because it was classed to be their fault.
Trying to uphold the holy ways, everyone feared to put a foot out of place or they would be sent to an institution in holy chains. Mocked and abused, used for financial gain, many caused so much pain but still people choose to bury Ireland's shamefully ways.
Women forced on medicated to keep them sane, women lay in mass graves, children made to go through pain, but still today, the government is trying to hide their ways and no real apology is in place. They excluded the women's children although they carry theirs and their mothers pain. Their attempts to hide Ireland's shamefully past will not last, they may have tried to cast us away but survivors and their children's voices are here to stay.
A travellering girl with a travellers soul, the travellers way was all she had known, gypsy blood is what run though her vains and they tried to make her feel ashamed, no women was aloud to live their life their own way, everyone had to uphold the holy way or they were sent to the magdalene laundries in holy chains made to clean Irelands, dirty, shamefully, stains.
The travelling girls soul was never let go, she worked 27 years, she was left to die and faced every humans worse fears. She now lays in a mass grave, it was to late for her to be saved because of the way the so called holy church behaved, now her daughter is left carrying hers and her mothers pain, a suffering that will never go away, until the day they meet again in a better place.
May she RIP.
Dedicated to Angela Collins.
In memory of Angela Collins.
The terrible legacy of a priest-ridden, backward society.
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