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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