The powerful pitman’s parliament
As grand as the Palace of Westminster
A place where words stood tall and proud
and were not used to hide the truth
A place where the New Jerusalem
could now be directly discussed
With such grand talk of justice and hope,
And of invention and ingenuity
A home for the great driving force
of the people’s work and lives
A friend to the hewer and the banksman
And to the lonely orphan and widow
Now with eyes firmly facing the future,
recalling community and innovation
A place to nurture a just transition
for people who have waited so long
In an energy producing region
that can again stand tall and proud
With a people who are no longer stooped
Whose heads are no longer bowed
For after every farewell sunset
So the sun must rise again
And hills of hope will glow crimson red,
with the promise of a new dawn.
Peter Sagar
