spoilt

we stood in freezing fields    
with frost ripping our knuckles bare    
blowing hot breath on to muddy hands    
as we picked spuds from rock hard clay    
     
and you say i'll never understand    
     
we broke our backs carrying cement and bricks    
up scaffold high, that relentless sun    
never give us tuppence for our struggles    
nor any shelter from our woes    
     
and you say i'll never understand    
     
we stood on production lines    
just another cog,a disposable machine    
our heads exploded from wasteful monotony    
and the weariness of our thoughts    
     
and you say i'll never understand    
     
your father and i we go back a long way    
but i never him seen so crestfallen    
his spirit in permanent decay    
a beast of man now reduce to crawling    
     
and you say i'll never understand    
     
we had nothing    
only healthy limbs and hunger aches    
with fire in our bellies and yearning in our hearts    
we were slaves to our future and now you ripped it all apart    
     
and you say i'll never understand    
     
     
his only daughter      
he gave you everything you need    
is it hatred is it spite?    
is it weed or some kind of emotional greed?    
that makes you too never leave your room    
razor blades and weird tattoos    
that carefree child now has a sullen face    
darkness and gloom surrounds his once joyful place    
     
but you are blind    
and you are deaf    
you are ignorant      
you are dumb    
   
to be oblivious to the pain you inflicted  
and the damage you have done    
     
and i will never understand  
     
     
     
     
     
(spuds=potatoes)