The factories rust oxide red,
The parking lots sit cracked and empty.
The vacants molder and rot away.
Manufacturers flounder and fail.
Blue-collared workers flee to warmer climes.
Death stretches on, forever protracted.
Once-proud communities erode away slowly.
A seemingly rock-solid way of life is forever lost.
We used to make something, the forgotten lament.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
The factories rust oxide red,
The parking lots sit cracked and empty.
The vacants molder and rot away.
Manufacturers flounder and fail.
Blue-collared workers flee to warmer climes.
Death stretches on, forever protracted.
Once-proud communities erode away slowly.
A seemingly rock-solid way of life is forever lost.
We used to make something, the forgotten lament.
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