Poem: Fading Factory City

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No longer do your doors turn
No longer do your foundries burn
Pavement and metal in fence are bound
With no factory to make a sound
Green and brown come crawling in
With birds and bugs in mighty din
Rubble and rust slowly to sleep
Fall beneath the weeds that creep
The sign that once would boldly glare
Hangs there vacant with cold stare
To warn of things that once were here
But are long gone and nowhere near
Where once men would sweat and toil
All now has returned back to the soil
Now it is all a forgotten dream
Nothing now as it had been

©2016 James Takeo

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