Every where you look, people are hit with the facts that the cutdown will touch everyone.
One last look……
there is nothing left to keep me here as I look around.
The last nail in the coffin came when they shut the factory down.
I can hear the ghostly moans of my forefathers in my mind
as I bring the hammer down on this For Sale sign.
This town has blood , tears and hard work in every brick.
The dedication of its town folks shouldn’t end like this.
Folks loosing every thing they own, having to leave just like me.
So much for all it’s worth, gone the American Dream.
One last look around………….
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