The pulley wheels are spinning fast, <br />Leather bands drive strange machines. <br />Lights flickering, shadows cast, <br />So it was in my dreams. <br /> <br />Noise deafening as drills bored through, <br />Metal sheet and iron struts. <br />Chaos reigned in this motley crew, <br />As man tightened bolts and nuts. <br /> <br />Soon my senses were in a whirl, <br />I could not take the pace. <br />Beads of sweat from my face do purl <br />In the madness of the human race. <br /> <br />Twelve hours long no rest for me, <br />The machine the master of my fate. <br />No way out that I could see, <br />My soul began to fill with hate. <br /> <br />I was a member of a working force, <br />Prefabricated parts left the machines. <br />Little pay a matter of course, <br />This is what filled my dreams <br /> <br />Assembly lines teams of workers, <br />Rushing feet; hands so adept. <br />Here no place for shirkers, <br />For there is a fixed target to get. <br /> <br />The siren blows end of shift, <br />Tools change hands others take our place, <br />My spirit takes on a new lift, <br />As a smile gathers on my face.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/industrial-dream/
