A low frequency From the depths of the factory Stirs old memories within the ageing workforce.
The men who work opposite, In the greenhouse, Pruning the greenhouse wallsβ Producing strawberries and raspberries at a considerable rateβ Notice the days begin and restart, Bathed under LED light.
And allβ All the men, all at onceβ Set down their rusted tools, And endeavour to Move closer towards Enlisting in repetitive thoughts.