IT was Bobby the weasel, that gave us the wire
they were closing our factory down;
but we didn't believe him, and we called him a liar
the redundancy letters came round...
We read them in silence, shock, disbelief,
hiding our sorrow, sadness and grief;
It was hard to imagine, it hurt to the core
all we got was a letter - 'we dont need you no more'
The hubs , the stubs, the cranks , con rods,
the pride we took to do our jobs,
the workmanship, the friends we made
lost forever ... away to fade ...
To be a leader in your field,
No.1 and then to yield -
to politics, and dirty tricks,
then cast aside for housing bricks ...
The roaring lion has lost his voice,
sold off for a higher price.
London marches, Bromsgrove's haste
56 years ... 'what a waste' ...
The presses they lie silent now,
no furnace left to stoke;
Graffiti on the walls where men
would share a risque joke ...
Coffin bearing, workers swearing
gave there heart and soul,
sweat and tears, through all the years
rewarded with the dole ...
Garringtons - RIP,
500 people, just like me.
Thinking back, what if only?
thanks for nothing ...'Princess Tony' ...
MDM,
Bromsgrove.
(name and address supplied)
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