This photo hangs in the town museum as a reminder of past enterprise in our town.
What it doesn’t show is the hellhole the place was.
We worked as slaves, heads down; no toilet breaks save for lunch and set tea breaks.
Our bosses were tyrants; they exacted their pound of flesh with no compunction. We had unreasonable quotas to meet, which often left us working late for no extra pay. Fall behind and it was often public humiliation in front of the workforce.
Step closer and you’ll see the smears from every past workers spit, so happily deposited.