Best Industrial Poems

Santa stood in the warehouse
Full of nearly empty shelves
Last night they’d been ram raided
By a bunch of discontented elves

Recently infiltrated and recruited 
Into an association of packing staff
Whose ideas and demands and wants
Caused Santa to cynically laugh.
He could have held out for longer
That much was...

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The shop floor view of the newly promoted

Oh to be the factory foreman and to wear a posh white coat
Just the thought of all that power brings a lump right to your throat
No more dirty hands or hob nail boots or boiler suits for you
No...

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During the United States’ industrial revolution,
Eli Whitney invented interchangeable parts;
Identical components that could be substituted one for another.

This creation was made for machine— 
weapons
cars
and other mechanical mysteries. 
This isn't the case today.

Hips are interchangeable. 
Legs are interchangeable.
Hands and fingers are interchangeable.
Hearts are interchangeable.
Now, not only...

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billy joel...keeping the faith...memories...so long ago

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ph7oZnBH05s&start_radio=1&list=RDph7oZnBH05s#t=0


stan sand...

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Enfolded in nature, we deliberately stand apart
Lurking heavily on industrial achievement
Luring generations to beckon towards the light
That man made idolatry of machine machine
Raging capitalism spleen from Darwin's dream

In intangible regime is impossible to wean
Sucking at the fountain of corporate stream'
Prospects hover in gluttonous parasitic attachment
As...

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Into the sunset we’ll ride 
And we’ll see how much you’ve grown 
By the last words you choose to leave behind 

We can pretend that heaven denied you 
because you found your own path 
We can pretend that we all don’t know what’s really going...

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Santa's reindeer's decided to strike
So poor Santa was forced to hitchhike
He struggled with his load
But made it to the road
Along came a cyclist on a bike.
               
Santa said "any chance of...

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rusted, busted, inorganically crop-dusted
hand-made on our very own assembly-line
low-flying tear-crying, cut-rate-buying
fair-trade-priced, but still...real fine

garment sweat-shop, Tex-Mex field crop, 
Civilization Inc. prophets chanting it up
workin' twelve hour days 'til you drop
drinking Cool-(Inc.)-aid from corporate cup

the ol' family farm is right in the box
ol' Bessie's mooing fer...

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Load her up he said
And it started without dread

We need to get it done
Until the job is finally won

But he got in the way
And lost his life that day

Flatten by 4 tonne stressed concrete
Meant his life was complete

So if you are transporting slabs
Over roads that...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls at midnight hearts
rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high...

With dark and narrow windows, fly!
Built to last on...

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trees in industrial park
equals industrial park

Beauty of Nature can't hide
machinery of dead souls...

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Once, the sounds of industry,
giant leather belts squealing, 
gears grinding, endless pounding, 
steam billowing, strong aromas
emanated from factories holding
the dangerous machine beasts,
tended by, tired,malnourished, 
men, women and children
shackled to their charges 
by chains of poverty...

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At the Depot

As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn
to waiting homes no mails are borne
from the depot.
Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news
but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues
saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,'
at the depot.
Hark! Foxes, stray cats,...

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An Occurrence in New York at 4.45 pm on March 25th, 1911

True faith, liberty, the flag,  our holy soil!
Is it the cause that grants the martyr’s crown?
Should martyrs owe this crown to tyrants or some evil foe?
Are  banality, indifference and callousness less cruel?
Anno...

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Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business...

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