A bell rings through the air
then I look up in the sky.
There's no sunlight anymore
since the smoking stacks were raised.
The skies are always foggy
and the day as black as night.
Ever since the big black clouds
spewed out of the monster's mouth.
The river's murky water
tasted foul and bitter.
To drink is to die
but that's all we have.
They call us workers
but slaves are what we are.
For none other than slaves
would work in these conditions.
We all get to eating
as fast as we can.
We cannot be late
or we'll not be paid.
A bell rings again
and we all get back to work.
Until the end of the day
in this Industrial Revolution.
This is one of the older poems I've written, but I would still like to hear your thoughts on it.
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wow that was great, second stanza was my favorite. i wasn't sure where it was going in the beginning with the bell but it really tied the whole thing togeather. this poem is so true i love it! =
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Hi, Lieanne
I do recall reading something similar when I was in grade-school; unfortunately, that's the sad state of affairs our world is in today, but you have penned this well. Your title also caught my eye, which is great because many people will use it to determine whether or not they want to read your poem
This is an intelligent, well-thought-out piece, and I hope that you continue to share more of your work with us. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask away
Write on!
Laura
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