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| Worker! Worker! by Red Palomar 03/05/2003, 10:30pm PST | ||||
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| Worker! Worker! Vexed with plight
In the factories, toiling nights What profiteered surplus goods Could crush thy noble species being? In what happy Nature’s state Do victuals Man appropriate? And in production does aspire Distribute just to whom requires? What was to so affirm thy self? To work for nature, not for wealth, What was creative labor lost, To pay the stage of history’s cost? What drudgery, and work apart Could alienate the worker’s heart? And why goods from thy hands bereft, What capitalist policy serves the theft? What indignation? What torment? What elitist system impels assent? What the wage? What bitter cheat? Cause friend with ruined friend compete? What bourgeois spectral hand has left A broken shell of bartered flesh? What distant vestige left of Man In which can death be seen foreran? And when one’s soul commodified And weary, hard-worked heart has died, Hath alienation’s nadir delved And found self split from very self? Worker! Worker! Vexed with plight In the factories, toiling nights What profiteered surplus goods Could crush thy noble species being? |
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