Hope doesn’t whimper, it rusts

Clock out fifteen minutes early, mate.

Go back to the missus, food on the plate.

Honestly, all this stuff – client’ll have to wait.

Not like them to complain that it’s late.

Nah, we all insist. Get yourself home.

You don’t want to be sat here all alone.

CEO and directors’ choppers have all flown;

Can’t you hear the overhead winds groan?

I’ve no idea if we’ll be back on Monday.

Another factory closed down today.

Children in tattered clothes on the road still play.

Broken promises of escape are left to decay.