A Cape Breton Coal Miner Sent To Death

They live so deep under the ground
taking that darkness out by the pound
there is a problem with the pay they get
but you can only take what you get

the pay may not be that great and the hours long
be you can't do anything but dig deep and sing your song
watching the others around you fall deeper into the pit
only having that one little candle in hope it's lit

the day the mines came down and you heard that awful sound
you knew for sure that there someone buried in that black ground
looking down at the pit as the sound of the picks still ring
helping someone they barely knew as they began to sing

the siren was a warding of death for all the family's
little girls lost their fathers, wives their hubbies
so the next time you light up your BBQ
think about what someone had to do

just for a measly twenty five cents an hour
but to them that bought them trump's tower
they went down the pub to drink after a hard days work
but the day of the cave in, in the back of their mind it lurked

everyman sitting here was involved in the pit somehow
the pit officials knew? why would they allow it?
they allowed such a thing as a man's life
it would have been just as bad as if taking a knife

no one spoke up scared to lose their job
for them there would be no angry mob
just a person with a lost cause
so if you think that life is precisions

he could be in school but he choose this instead
there is no hole that he won't dig in for that bread
he kept his family fed with the knowledge of the land
and with the tools from his fathers shed.

then next time you have a friend over and use charcoal
think about the poor person who had lived in that hole
the person who had to give up their own soul
there is a price for a soul, the owners set it at coal

*dedicated to all those coal miners from Cape Breton or anyone who has lost someone close to them to the coal mining industry.*