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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Book: Shattered Sighs