What has become of us?
We, who’s rough hands formed
All things of industry?
We who brought down the beast
And made of him a meal.
We who clothed and fed the body,
Who nurtured the growing
Things on our blood.
We who mined and smelted
And forged
The very iron that binds us;
Made cathartic
With the bondage of toil,
We serve and sooth our parasites.
We lie upon
The gory ground and
Surrender-up our weathered flesh.
The blood and sweat
That made them strong;
Smug, bold and imperial.
What has become of us,
Anemic and complacent–
Whipped and broken working hounds
Struggling to keep our cages.
2006-11-18
08:11:02
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