Blood on the Firm's Hands
Blood on the Firm's Hands
The Firm which bought the factory
Sent the work offshore
Fired the factory workers
Don't need you anymore
Workers scuffled with police
Getting into rows
A baby's T-shirt “Dad's been fired
Who's going to feed me now?”
The Firm they didn't care at all
They did their job. Big bucks
So profit it destroyed these lives
The Firm said “What the fuck”
Employees at the Firm are told
Work full-speed with stealth
Allegiance to to the client, Firm
And to their own net wealth
They suffered wilful blindness
At damage wrought on lives
Used profit as justification
For shattering peoples lives
No-one at the Firm
Seemed to really fret
To them life was a casino
The workers just placed wrong bets
The Firm said they were dumb fucks
For job-depending on
An industry that's obsolete
Now here, but soon be gone
Three months later a worker
Topped and 'walked the plank'
His wife she'd gone and left him
Their home seized by the bank
Although this poem's made up
Such places are not rare
Where money's more important
And people just don't care
Don Matthews February 2019
M.C. Newberry
Fri 5th Jul 2019 19:40
A poignant and instructive coincidence - there has just been a
report that Britain's oldest firm of builders, with an ancestry that dates
back to the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First, has just failed while
trying to complete a £22 million project.
THAT is sad!