The Dead Mill

There is this dead mill Sitting on the bank of a river Since, they say, one hundred And twenty years to be exact; It is closed now. The workers have gone back To their native villages or towns; To open tea stalls or grocery stores; As there is no job available as Recession is going on and there Is no hope for the economy to Get a boost; many Politian have Fled with country's money to Settle in rich countries to love Their children and wives there; A few days ago the tallest chimney They have ever seen and that has Bellowed smoke like a railway engine Fell down like a tree chopped; It killed two men, four cows and A dog under its weight; no one cared; As there is no money for burial; They say, as they often say, when In good mood that the mill would Be opened and old workers would Be called back to take up their jobs; There would be no beggars and Mourners; old quarters would be Repaired to stop leaking in rain; We know it is election time now.