A Social Detail
Think, it is a fix amount unequally distributed
But how, since labor contributed
For commodity, growth, and reserved pile
What explains the one sided dispersion?
Not rent or taxes, not expanded hire, but guile
One earns more than thousands in the labor equation
So consolidating now, peasants fortune contracted
Machines long invented has left their task unaffected
But the streets are bigger, wider now
And the feet are gathering clouds of storm
I hear the drum beat of the ancient vow
The city trembles beyond brinking harm
It does not understand the change of times
In France where the revolution is forgotten
And where Enlightenment was begotten
I hear the time clock muting omen, muting chimes.
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