Morris Rosenfeld

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In The Factory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGD HGGGIJKJ GLELEDGD AMGNIOAO PGIGEGGG IGEGGGQG IAEAARGR HGEGADOD

Oh here in the shop the machines roar so wildlyA
That oft unaware that I am or have beenB
I sink and am lost in the terrible tumultC
And void is my soul I am but a machineD
I work and I work and I work never ceasingE
Create and create things from morning till e'enF
For what and for whom Oh I know not Oh ask notG
Who ever has heard of a conscious machineD
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No here is no feeling no thought and no reasonH
This life crushing labor has ever supprestG
The noblest and finest the truest and richestG
The deepest the highest and humanly bestG
The seconds the minutes they pass out foreverI
They vanish swift fleeting like straws in a galeJ
I drive the wheel madly as tho' to o'ertake themK
Give chase without wisdom or wit or availJ
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The clock in the workshop it rests not a momentG
It points on and ticks on Eternity TimeL
And once someone told me the clock had a meaningE
Its pointing and ticking had reason and rhymeL
And this too he told me or had I been dreamingE
The clock wakened life in one forces unseenD
And something besides I forget what Oh ask notG
I know not I know not I am a machineD
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At times when I listen I hear the clock plainlyA
The reason of old the old meaning is goneM
The maddening pendulum urges me forwardG
To labor and labor and still labor onN
The tick of the clock is the Boss in his angerI
The face of the clock has the eyes of a foeO
The clock Oh I shudder dost hear how it drives meA
It calls me Machine and it cries to me SewO
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At noon when about me the wild tumult ceasesP
And gone is the master and I sit apartG
And dawn in my brain is beginning to glimmerI
The wound comes agape at the core of my heartG
And tears bitter tears flow ay tears that are scaldingE
They moisten my dinner my dry crust of breadG
They choke me I cannot eat no no I cannotG
Oh horrible toil I born of Need and of DreadG
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The sweatshop at mid day I'll draw you the pictureI
A battlefield bloody the conflict at restG
Around and about me the corpses are lyingE
The blood cries aloud from the earth's gory breastG
A moment and hark The loud signal is soundedG
The dead rise again and renewed is the fightG
They struggle these corpses for strangers for strangersQ
They struggle they fall and they sink into nightG
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I gaze on the battle in bitterest angerI
And pain hellish pain wakes the rebel in meA
The clock now I hear it aright It is cryingE
An end to this bondage An end there must beA
It quickens my reason each feeling within meA
It shows me how precious the moments that flyR
Oh worthless my life if I longer am silentG
And lost to the world if in silence I dieR
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The man in me sleeping begins to awakenH
The thing that was slave into slumber has passedG
Now up with the man in me Up and be doingE
No misery more Here is freedom at lastG
When sudden a whistle the Boss an alarumA
I sink in the slime of the stagnant routineD
There's tumult they struggle oh lost is my egoO
I know not I care not I am a machineD

Morris Rosenfeld



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