What About Us?

My father worked the plant as his father befor. We worked until are hands bleed and are backs were sore. History we made and many fine men spent there lives in this very place. Founded the union. we are the backbone not a copperate face. Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye catching the first outta town bus. They saved there over payed asses but what about us. The working class people who gave there sweat and tears. A town inwhich the factory was built. Old and young share bitter reflections over stories passed down through the years. More than jobs left with the closing of the factorys doors. Pain echos from broken souls. it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors. Years of memories gone without a fuss. They crunch numbers but were people. You saved a billion but a whole town ask's what about us?