They throw their pick,
at walls of black,
shovel it up...and put it in a sack.
Guided by the flame of light,
working in a darkness...that`s darker than night.
No place for comfort...no place to sit,
Light knows only...the flame that`s lit,
as down more they go...deep within...the dark coal pit.
James Urwin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coal-pit/
