Factory Worker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F E G H I H J A K I L H M N E E O H P Q R S S E S T U V S W H S S X F Y Z A2 B2 C2 Z Y D2 Y| This daily dinning noise sounds painful | A |
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| I do force this machine to work hard | B |
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| Yet it may be my end some day | C |
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| Behind the turning turbine I hear a call | D |
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| Something tells me gravely and sadly | E |
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| Boy your time shall come here as well | F |
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| The machine you force to work so tediously | E |
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| May call you home to your fore fathers | G |
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| If that happens if it calls me home | H |
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| I have a wish to make before I go | I |
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| Don't lay me to rest here take me home | H |
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| I am Acoli from Pader a born of Lamogi | J |
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| Don't lay me to rest among these people | A |
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| Who know not my customs | K |
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| They are green and blue and yellow | I |
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| They may tread on me and laugh | L |
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| If my day comes please take me home | H |
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| Under the mango trees near our small hut | M |
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| There I was born and raised | N |
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| Loving unconditionally | E |
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| Running and playing naked in simplicity | E |
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| And there my friends I should rest too | O |
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| Don't fear that place it is home | H |
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| Yes it is home where I must rest at last | P |
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| You will find my mother under those trees | Q |
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| She will be bare chested always she is | R |
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| Under that tree be careful with the news | S |
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| Don't be careless lest she falls and faints | S |
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| Sit down and in a soft voice tell her about me | E |
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| Your son tried his best mother you are to say | S |
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| From that point two men hold her down | T |
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| For she may run away and never return home mad | U |
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| Under those trees you will find my father | V |
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| He sitting on a round stool scratching his grey beards | S |
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| He is lost in thought looking distantly in no direction | W |
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| Friends he is imagining when I am coming home | H |
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| Your son tried his best father you are to say | S |
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| Tell him I am home now no more worries | S |
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| Only that I am home prostrate not walking any more | X |
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| He will understand he knows his son so well | F |
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| Don't lay me to rest here | Y |
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| For these commands won't end | Z |
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| The people who stand aside and command | A2 |
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| Will continue to do so and long time | B2 |
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| While my likes and the blood of my origin rot | C2 |
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| All in the heat of the turbine my bread my end | Z |
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| This is mediocrity they say so don't lay me here | Y |
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| If that should happen don't blame the machine | D2 |
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| Just don't lay me to rest here | Y |
Isaac Watum
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