The Factory

The distant hums, The iron ovums, I can hear the echos, Of those who used to be here, They sound with much woe, And the ground is stained with their forgotten tears, I cannot tell if the red stuff, Is their regretful blood, or neglectful rust, And comes sounds of lifeless flood, The teeth still nash, But of gears, The hammers still crash, But without fear, The clock still rings, But there are no ears, The lights still ping, But no eyes are near, What could have happened their role, That left this place empty and without soul, Where did those happy smiles go, And why must they leave this place as so, Despite the way it leads, A heart still beats, But it beats not in hopes they will arrive, But only to keep this place alive.