Wednesday 31 July 2024

ruined he was

 ruined he was


i see the ruined hands of the men

the men who built and the men who toiled

and rested a hand on the walls at furnace side

see the lime mortar there

it is their dried tears

see the black slag there

it is their bruised lives

their wrinkles were the banknotes counted

by the iron masters there


that is what i see and what my dad told me

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