The Day that Innocence Died

Sweeping up the dust

An empty corridor

Nearly a full furlong

Twenty pounds a day


Soon to be demolished

So why sweep up the dust?

Regulations

Load of rubbish


Something like a hundred years

So many lives

But now so empty

Sweeping away the history


In the largest room

Old photographs of Diesel pumps that went into big ships

That went across the Oceans

All across the World

They came from my little town


Still some fellas working

Radio on the side


That day, we went home early

The day that innocence died


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