The Tearful Human Machines In The Unscrupulous Capitalist Factory Comments
The bourgeoisie weary ordeal human skeletons entangle in the cast iron wheels.
The profiteer squeezes their testicle and ovum.
Crush their Marrow less bones, Wisdom and Courage et cetera.
The output of thousands major products as same as by-products (ammunition) send for the market?
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What a sad poem. It is good that someone lifts his voice in defence of these helpless souls..Eloquent offering, Nimal. Your poetess friend, Sandra
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8/5/2025 1:19:38 AM # 1.0.0
The reader feels the venom of your rage Nimal in this powerful rant against the spin and injustice and tyranny of mechanization with its passion for profit at any cost. My favorite line is: 'The pure nature too quiet as an Owl'. You are a fine political activist, Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥