The Factory

Every morning she

-opens eyes-

yawns, groans-

another long day.

Bending over and

-crack-

breaking her back,

it's all for the kids back home.

Those old folks

-flicks through cash-

relying on this crap.

Mais, je ne vous comprends pas.

Mujhe samjh nahin aa raha.

As pigeons fly their coop

-swoop- through the ears of sheep

nestled next to her boots.

She says, no, we says that

this weeks end eroded in

retrospect.

But this wasn't in all the recorded tape, mate.

Breathe in, out, gasp, choke- out.

Tendrils of bedraggled babies

Blow into balloons to become

Beautiful ladies.

But this wasn't in all the recorded tape, mate.

Breathe in, out, gasp, choke- out.

Home. It's grown.

From another child blessed by god.

It's a boy.

(Another one to die alone)

Father's dead. Mother's stuck in bed.

Tending-

Blending-

The sugar with the matter

Till everything's gotten better.

The greatest good for the greatest number.

Simple, philosophy-

Better working here-

Hear-

Than dieing of hunger.