the factory floor is silent,
cold,
a story that grew old.
the screen now glows,
the new gods rise,
with profit in their eyes.
the hands that built,
now clenched in fists,
by cultural twists and turns.
......
the factory floor is silent,
cold,
a story that grew old.
the screen now glows,
the new gods rise,
with profit in their eyes.
the hands that built,
now clenched in fists,
by cultural twists and turns.
......