The ghosts of failures past make tears flow down
They run inside the wrinkles of my skin
The faces of the old and savaged ones.

The child teased for her foreign accent frowns.
Does she have the strength of mind within?
The ghost of failure now makes tears flow down

We thought the old were wiser, never conned.
Yet we ourselves feel bombed by thinner skin.
Our faces old and ravaged, tortured ones.

For the poor in money, loss abounds
They blame themselves, they did not ever win
The ghost of failure past makes tears flow down

The poor in spirit to their Lord will run
Is this world of terror caused by sin?
Their sorry faces traumatised, undone

The crucifix will be uncrossed again.
The Holocaust in nuclear fires may come
The salt of failure’s cost make tears run on
The faces of the living, savaged ones

Wurt’zmicat= where is my cat
Wurzmidinner= where is my dinner
Midadsmokes= my father smokes
Deyelikekippers= are you a maths teacher?

Avityeroanway= have it your own way
Amgointechurch =I am going to church
Yecanseesatanin’t mirror= one can see Satan in the mirror
Izzitrainin= is it raining?
adoantwant t’ gotoskool=I am menstruating
pizeanirrationalnumber=I am going to Confession
Izzgodtranscendental= can we pay the rent?
Amgoint’etbuzzstop=I am leaving home
Alostmibuzzfairmam=I am a thief