Once A Nation
Nothing Changes
Tralee
Once a Nation The factories and the mills are all gone Empty buildings everywhere. That once were filled with a cacophony of noise, And people working hour after hour, Slaves to the time keeper’s clock, Until the hour comes to lay down the tools, And silence the machines. When the next shift is summoned by the whistle, That never again did sound. Silence fills the empty buildings, Bereft of life other than that of the rats, As they scurry about over machines, Slowly rusting away soon to become nothing more than a pile of scrap. The workers have all gone And the future seems almost futile, Their pride banished By the stroke of the bankers pen. Copyright © 2017 Johnnie Dalton
Nothing Changes Nothing ever changes each day week or year goes by With a sigh, we just walk on by Never stopping to question and ask why All around us see man’s inhumanity driven by greed or fear We are divided by class or religion or race Week or strong People used like pawns in game of chess Those we call leaders No better than the hyena As they satisfy their greed Nothing ever changes and no one ask why. Copyright © 2017 Johnnie Dalton
Tralee As I journey down highways and byways Across moors covered with purple heather as far as the eye can see. Climbing mountains rugged and barren There upon summits to view valleys below. Wandering through flower filled meadows. Along coastal paths, high upon cliff tops To watch in awe mighty oceans waves, crash upon the shore. North South East and West, to travel. At night to gaze upon a silver moon As morning comes, dawn chorus breaks, To sit watching a sunrise golden, As it burns away morning mist. When evening comes, a fire in the sky As sun sets, stars Glistening like diamonds scattered across the heavens. On this journey many, to meet Their tales of life some filled with fun and Those so sad, may cause a tear to fall A journey not yet done and where it begun, Who knows when it will end who can say. As to where Who cares Perhaps to Isle of Skye or across the sea to Emerald Isle onward to Tralee. Copyright © 2017 Johnnie Dalton