Never Call It a Day

I have worked on construction sites for many years and have seen many dead people. What happens on the construction site can only be understood, not explained. The past is called past Whatever happened is fine Blood all over the floor, crushed bodies, squashed bodies. . . After life passes away, what is left to future generations is the next number in money transactions all, all, All this, They are all silent forever in steel bars, concrete and soil. These dead people in another parallel world Still alive too It also affects the world.