Ash
By Anonymous
Over the rollers the conveyor goes,
All day long the coal flows.
Striving for production targets,
Output up to suit the markets.
Men at the coalface working hard,
Shovelling coal off by the yard.
Bodies covered in sweat and dust,
Down on knees to earn a crust.
Fires burning throughout the world,
From underground that coal was hauled.
Was it worth the effort and cash?
To dig up coal that is soon ash.
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