Stolen away, though not by thieves in the night
Gradually
Over years and in broad daylight
The tight-knit knots unravelled
Ethica
A working man's sense of self
Of direction and intrinsic value
Of worth
Left hoodwinked by change
The old Pomona docks asleep now, roads untravelled
Moving away without moving
As if home moved out and left us behind
A generation or two later
And the older faces are familiar
But the lights in the eyes ran out
When hope ran blind
Ten minutes down the road a lego land for posh city types
Doesn't offer much hope
The politicians we voted in would sooner give money
To the i-phone generation
Who are clearly struggling on just one laptop apiece
But it's the pride of a past not a future
Their dreams lay elsewhere
Poverty breeds crime and people make do
Nobody even told us it was ending, back then
And no one talks about it
What was solid and purposeful
Now long forgotten
What was honourable and worthy
Now languishing
Langworthy
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