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The closure of the GM plant in Lordstown.
GM assembly plant—the Cruze;
’tis time for us to sing the blues.
They close-up manufacturing;
another economic sting.

(O Henry Ford, what you did start!
  It seems this is an auto-mart,
  car-glutted traffic bumper lock…
  street parking common every block.)
For years we had a treasure trove;
they built the Chevrolets we drove.
Yet now the doors slam shut for good;
to many, not well understood.

The competition motor tough,
so many makes it seem enough.
Ford, Kia, Honda, Hyundai, Jeep—
still Lordstown closure is to weep.

Mahoning county feels the pinch;
recession sidles inch by inch.
The steel mills were aYoungstown bane
to close and never rise again.

There is a facing not to like;
reality oft takes a spike
and pierces deep where hopes abide
when industry and man collide.

In many faces one can see
dejection framed with misery.
Newspaper photograph displayed
a close-up of the price that’s paid.

Another jolt as bad bumps go;
build other plants in Mexico
or cut the meat off workers’ chop
to increase profits at the top.

Youngstown now reels from GM’s slash;
(as closings go, there’s now a rash.)
“Twas once an anchor grounded long
now snapped in two but linked as wrong.

As business goes, the bottom line
can gladly give but then decline.
Regarding what GM has sought,
this closure pains an awful lot.

40 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
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