How low do we drop our prices? How are wages &
a legit daily rate set [now we do not make?] – Here
we fail to craft enough to trade as a skilful country
[one proud of hard work & a blossoming creativity]
Can we repair – refurbish – or renew anything – now
our blunt tools rust? We yearn cheaper products &
a brief shelf life [nothing’ll sparkle or function for a
lifetime of use] – There are no industrial heartlands –
no tool-hung workshops or skill-ish technicians left –
Our kids’ll stack shelves & ask what their talent is –
& all blame is in our laps – a desire for cheapness –
here a dearth of truth makers – our land lies empty
MIKE BELL | 10,000 Poems 