The Letters

he worked all the day

but the letters came

then he worked in the night

but still the letters came

he toiled in the snow

in not enough clothes

but still the bloody letters came

he fought against the heat

but the letters came

till it burst his head

still the letters came

he tried his very best

and he took no rest

but still the bloody letters came

he never even stopped

but the letters came

til the day he dropped

still the letters came

on the day that he died

while his widow cried

even then the bloody letters came

when she sat and mourned

still the letters came

when she had no more

still the letters came

they threatened and raged

with every page

and still the bloody letters came

when she could take no more

the bloody letters came

when they saw she was poor

still the letters came

when the money ran out

the bastards took her house

and still the fucking letters came

.

fub bastards