There are these factories –
They’re outside town.
Once, they were like you and me.

They had parents; they were cared for.
A part of the salary was spent on them.
But soon, they ran out of business.

The parents had nothing to do –
They didn’t have money.
They left, leaving their children behind;
Leaving them to rot.

And here those factories are today –
Rusting and waiting for a new owner;
A new parent who’ll take care of them.