Empty, desolate, abandoned
As the men of the tips go to war
Wives embracing their sadness and depression,
With a small chance that they will come back
Killing their heart with sorrow
Leaving them with searing pain

Children substituting their fathers
On the tips where the dead lay unknown
Lost ghosts wandering, trying to find the light,
Bodies covered by landslides made of the forbidden

No money being made
Leaving mothers and children die of starvation
Children coming home from a long day at work
Coal staining their skin,
Clay ruining their clothes
Costing more money to buy them out of life

Skin cut
Wounds infected
Coal poisoning their blood
Picking them off one by one
Lives ended
Depression filling
Life expectancy dropping
Plummeting our future.