Theme: Places


by Khadim Hussain
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A farm,
Wind swept marshland,
River Tees,
Teeming with wild fowl.

Visionary Quakers,
Coal port foresaw,
Ore from Cleveland Hills
An Ironopolis grows.

Infant Hercules
Coughed his first breath.
Master of such power and valor
Famed throughout the world.

At his prime,
Lulled by false promises
Stabbed in the back
By the Iron Lady.

She trampled His body
In high heels,
Middlesbrough of iron and steel is no more!

Middlesbrough shall never be a ghost town,
The founding father's motto remembered,
Erimus! - We shall be!
Still glints in the eyes of the workers,
Like on the polished surface
Of the steel river
As it winds its way to the sea.


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