{"id":4026,"date":"2017-10-05T01:30:41","date_gmt":"2017-10-05T00:30:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4026"},"modified":"2017-10-05T01:30:41","modified_gmt":"2017-10-05T00:30:41","slug":"famine-food","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/famine-food\/","title":{"rendered":"Famine Food"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"The<\/a>
The humble nettle and other roadside herbs are called Famine Food today as it was all people had during An Gorta Mor<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

What we dismiss as a weed
\nWas once all there was to feed
\nThe hungry in a land of plenty
\nGuarded by soldiers, stomachs empty
\nThey walked the long roads to the workhouse
\nHaving lost, house, home and horse.<\/p>\n

Many on the journey lost their lives
\nThe future bleak for they who the walk survives<\/p>\n

Some met help from their own along the way
\nMore were by others driven away.<\/p>\n

We wonder how folk walked by the dying at their feet
\nAs we walk by the dying on our city street
\nSaying there is nothing for them can be done
\nNot looking or thinking of anyone.<\/p>\n

The street folk thought of as little now
\nAs the famine food that was how
\nThe dead and dying of famine times
\nSurvived on or died for capitalism’s crimes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What we dismiss as a weed Was once all there was to feed The hungry in a land of plenty Guarded by soldiers, stomachs empty They walked the long roads to the workhouse Having lost, house, home and horse. Many on the journey lost their lives The future bleak for …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[75],"tags":[80,3892,3889,3891,3896,2712,3893,3894,3890,3895,3871],"class_list":["post-4026","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-great-famine","tag-an-gorta-mor","tag-famine-times-in-ireland","tag-homeless-crisis-in-ireland","tag-irish-famine-dead","tag-irish-genocide","tag-irish-history","tag-nettle","tag-nettle-as-food","tag-street-folk","tag-was-irelands-famine-a-genocide","tag-workhouse","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-12W","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4000,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-famine-cross\/","url_meta":{"origin":4026,"position":0},"title":"The Famine Cross","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th September 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"At the back of St Josephs Hospital in Longford, there is the local famine graveyard. 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