The Textile Worker of England
Hello...time stamp me in..Work work...fourteen hour day...have to make
the pounds for my family,
But who do I bring it home too...my daughter works beside me...the
mother is working as well...more work,
Less pay they give us oh great Britain...you ruler of the
world...Nigeria...India...china china south American colonies,
You give us better pay...I'm starving you know...barely any food...oh
no I'm sick again...smokey chimney.
Great Britain...please if your not going to help me just help my
family...no more starvation...just vibrant recollections,
Time to clock in...stamp stamp...I'm working...sweating...fabrication
detriment-ion...don't you understand,
I just want the chance to allow my immediate family the freedom to be
middle class individualism,
The government you say are allowing us economic freedom...but no we
sweat...sweat shop liars.
Hand over the keys to our freedom...protestant...we like this better
than catholic needs...Martin Luther...I know you know our struggle,
Why is our society twisted...conspired against us to keep our hearts
at bay through work schedules,
When will my family ever be together again...my dry tears used to
present waterfalls in private rooms,
Oh great country you...great Britain you deceived us with your iconic
greed of the industrial revolution.
Please let us go...is there ships crossing the Atlantic...Spain and
Portugal are going...why do you keep us,
Even if we do go...indentured servants we will still be...we want to
just be free...just for a moment,
Allow us the freedom for our personal sovereignty...the ability to
choose our choices for ourselves,
Thirteen colonies here we come...what do you mean I can't go...but my
family can...please live a better life than me.
If you would like to read more of my poems on the world, visit:
- A Distasterous Composition
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- Suggestions Abound
Suggestions by a man that hasnt found himself yet. The suggestions of another simply anger him greatly, eventually causing him to break down emotionally.
- Heartbreak Of The Masses
A poem defining the basis of political heartbreak. This poem motions for a change in current social patterns, and in the process helps show the insecurities of the government and how they should help the people cope with problems.
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