Powerful and masterful,
carved and dug, well-lit corridors,
into the underground
darkness.
Opened-up the ground,
full of riches,
like the Hills of Tara,
with a brush and a trowel,
rather than, an earth-mover,
a jackhammer,
or a set, of old spades.
Spoke for the underdog,
the ignored, shamed,
and unheard.
Through
and through,
all good.

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