A poem written for, Angelina Collins & the families who suffered loss due to the state and churches crimes.
They tried to bury you, what they didn’t know is you left your seeds. The routes grew strong, to take them through to go on and to create a family tree. You didn’t die in vain, your name will not be left covered in their shame & your body will be given it’s own place, thats my promise to you & we will make it happen some day.
You was the seed to make everything be, you went through torture & your lost life, I wish you could see, the family they made you leave behind, the family you created, that grew larger in time, but you’ll never get the chance to see us all, unless, there really is another life.
You were the routes to grow our tree, that is now our family & for that I am so thankful everyday, you didn’t die in vain. For now nanny sleep tight, your grandchildren blow their great nan a kiss goodnight but we will not be giving up your fight. I really hope you can see me writing this. I promise for you, my mum, & the my kids that I will get to the end of this, so you can truly rest in peace & have the dignity you deserve, the dignity they didn’t show you, while you walked on this earth.
They tried to bury who was you, for their own selfish needs. Judgement & prejudice, was all you had seen. Social cleansing is what it would seem, they didn’t want anyone to be…different. Your normanic life, is not bad, like some ignorants perceive. Like social reports state your children was happy and clean and as safe as can be, regardless of the caravan that you used as a home to travel around, but still they wanted to steal all you had in hopes to profit financially and take away the so called bad. A travelling mother without a band on her left hand, but you had your had a supportive partner around. We know how much you tried, the reports don’t lie, we know how many times they tried to put you down. We know you tried to buy land from the council, they didn’t care for yours or your families struggle.
Not being accepted, rejected, due to your ethnicity, we know how much you tried, and where you ended up wasn’t meant to be your life. Angela wasn’t meant to be your name, your name should have stayed the same. You just wanted a safe place to live and would have given everything you had for it.
They took away your three children and called you a magdalene women, but you was a mum, and from reports it looks like you was a amazing one. Regardless of your ringless finger, or your travelling blood, you can tell yourself and Patrick ward gave so much love to the children you had.
what they didn’t know is we was the seeds, created on behalf of loss, pain & greed. One day justice will be seen for those who are alive & those taken from this life by them claiming to do right. The children deserve justice for their mothers life’s!
By, Laura Angela Collins, written for Angelina Collins. Angelina spend 27 years within a peacock lane, magdalene laundry, and now lays in St. Finbars, mass grave, cork with 72 other women due to reported neglect. Mary Collins, Angelina’s daughter, is still fighting for hers & her mothers justice in 2017 and the government is still withholding it.
Link:
http://justice4allmagdalenewomen.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/protect-your-children-from-rapists-and.html?m=1
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