The bourgeoisie weary ordeal human skeletons entangle in the cast iron wheels. <br />The profiteer squeezes their testicle and ovum. <br />Crush their Marrow less bones, Wisdom and Courage et cetera. <br />The output of thousands major products as same as by-products (ammunition) send for the market? <br />The Non-stop black smoke with soot from the factory's chimney top, <br />Poor fellows' dreams blow into the helpless sky and pollute; <br />The pure nature too quiet as an Owl of this cruel Monopoly. <br />And the stinking Sweatshop seems to be long-lived in this tyranny World. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to the humbug Mushroom Organizations that yelp of human rights.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tearful-human-machines-in-the-unscrupulous-capitalist-factory/
