Silent machine
Seemingly resting
Gathering dust for the first time in so long
It been said that we are defined
Only by our relationship to the modes of production
But now those machines are silent
Skill men out of work
Facing an unsure future
The loss of status
Tearing the inner person apart
Still the machines stay silent
The man turns his gaze outward
Searching for a new meaning to his life
Now his skills are out of date.
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