A Nation's Shame
Unveiled by the light
Of a pale faced moon
Our nation’s shame
Exposed in Tuam
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Ground prised open
With bible and spade
Eight hundred innocents
Gracelessly laid
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Empty stomachs
Cages of bone
A septic tank
Their final home
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Crimes of the cloth
Through stained glass panes
Hold hands with the past
‘Neath rural plains.
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A state with no alibi
Awaits its fate
For mothers and babies
It’s way too late.
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