Never ending, never be seen, never be heard
It’s a never ending clamour of song of metal and wet concrete, people climbing up the scaffold, day in day out. A disharmony of the daily routine of construction site that somehow nudges the percentage 0,001% higher than yesterday.
An endless parade of tired faces after the 10 pm buzzer, buzzing through. And even more fizz and fuzz on the hebdomadal abomination from the council of lackeys which will protect nothing but their derrières.
This is not a story of good versus evil or something with a fairy tell ending. It’s a story of the resilience of individuals of almost invisible cogs in the construction industry. Facing daily endless tidal waves of changes from a faceless name that they might not even see more than once.
The lion’s share of their wages will most likely be squandered for daily necessities and dues that need to be paid to cover whatever they took during the week. It’s the dream of everyone, from top to bottom. Wishing this massive enterprise will not stop even for a moment, or else the wheel of fortune whom labour involved will be squandered in the gutter that will lead to nowhere.
The proletariat begging the baron of the industry to make the right call, except that call will not be make by a steady immovable mind, but a murmur of the lackeys and toadry to serve their needs.
Let us wish for the best, for the sake of progress?
Potraamk
2025
Project dinila 
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