woven saffron shawl
splendid in royal colour,
surrounds bare shoulders
shoulders baring weight
of the toil digging stone roads
for English masters
masters starving the
Irish landowners begging
for release of tihes owed
owed to the English,
thousands perish through neglect,
others found a new home
home in a new land
welcomed and given land, tools,
to create new life
life, anew-ed with kin
without them I would not have
my Irish saffron shawl
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