Town
Town in the memory
old and deserted
windmills of minds past
as the tumbleweed drift by.
People used to live there
but not anymore
as the mines shut down
and the factories don facades
of run-down brick . .
it used to be a place
a promised land
but the call to redemption
was world wide trade.
City upon city
town upon town
the story has been told
with no end in sight.
Make it cheaper
make it fast
make it with toiled hands
as the outcome is price.
Town in the memory
no compassion for it
only remembrances of lives
changed forever.
What the toll costs
the future will see
the roots of a nation
have become technically bound
to the sound of gold coins.
Ghost towns abound as
the graveyards exist
of rusted metal and lives,
boxcars which lead to nowhere
empty of promise
which once had been . .
now destined to another
Town in the memory.
4-27-05
Town in the memory
old and deserted
windmills of minds past
as the tumbleweed drift by.
People used to live there
but not anymore
as the mines shut down
and the factories don facades
of run-down brick . .
it used to be a place
a promised land
but the call to redemption
was world wide trade.
City upon city
town upon town
the story has been told
with no end in sight.
Make it cheaper
make it fast
make it with toiled hands
as the outcome is price.
Town in the memory
no compassion for it
only remembrances of lives
changed forever.
What the toll costs
the future will see
the roots of a nation
have become technically bound
to the sound of gold coins.
Ghost towns abound as
the graveyards exist
of rusted metal and lives,
boxcars which lead to nowhere
empty of promise
which once had been . .
now destined to another
Town in the memory.
4-27-05
