The night air tastes like industry Carbon monoxide and ozone Even at night when the workers sleep It hangs in the empty streets Filling the lungs of the people With the work they left behind Sitting at bars filling themselves With a different poison to forget The toxic environment waiting In sunlight viewed from half closed eyes Throbbing brains that are thankful They can go through the motions Like the churning machines That have become their brothers In the shared monotony of labor
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Bleak, powerful. I really don’t want to be just another cog in the machine…
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sums it up well for the working class
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