Kamar's Farewell To Millstreet

The Winter morning air in it did have a cold chill A few hours before a gray dawn did break above Clara Hill A bang on a doorway Kamar the cry rang out You are coming with us the emigration officials did shout To his wife Aisha and their two young children a tearful farewell Such sad stories of their lives some people have to tell In a fair World such a story would never be Life is so cruel to many would you not agree? For Kamar it was a sad farewell from Drishane in Millstreet Just a short walk from where the rivers do meet And from the railway track in the green countryside Where in Ireland's famine for every sleeper a working man died On the tracks in the depths of the Winter of hunger and cold Their individual life stories never to be told The Human World is still ruled by the forces of greed Of far more people with compassion and empathy we are so much in need It is something that has been said many a time To want a better and a safer life for yourself and your wife and your children is never a crime To forcibly deport decent asylum seeking people is such a terrible thing Such shame on a Nation such a practice does bring In the dark of a cold Winter's morning before the break of day Kamar from his wife and his children was forcibly taken away When the cold winds of Winter from the mountains did blow In Drishane where Finnow to the Blackwater flow.