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.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A great write about greed, capitalism, division of the classes using the metaphor of a building. Nicely written in poetic form it proceeds brick by brick falling to its demolished end and powerful meaning. Lovely a fave
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Superbly crafted - so pleased I came across this piece
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