I watched the towers
Demolished fall
Five thousand jobs
No recall
Each hardened brick
Which stood
A hundred years
Merely dusty tears.
Twisted steel
Deep irony
A victim of
Capitalist tyranny
Closed and padlocked
Metal gates
As a marker
Gently sways.
The workers huts
Now eerie still
No thundering noise
Surrendered will
Hardened men
With toils deep scars
Unemployment
In long lines.