The Song of the Forges
O frenzied forges with your noise and blaring,
Red, reeking fires that comb dishevelled skies,
Your hollow rumbling is like stifled swearing,
And the grassed earth about you burns and dies.
What blind man, mad man, intent on gain and plunder,
Thinks he is matter's master, in your maw
Lugubriously rolls a hollow thunder
That says: We forge, and forge, without a flaw.
The chains from which thou hast not wit to save thee,
O foolish man! we rivet link by link
The shackles which forever shall enslave thee.
Sweat, pant, and fill the furnace to the brink.
Throw in the coal, and pour the crackling casting
Through the cut sand, beat, crush the pig to shape,
Temper the sword, sheet, deck, and rig with masting
The tyrant ships that sweep the sea with grape.
Crowd the machines, the hamlet and the haven,
To prison thee more deep than dungeons hold
In durance making thee a pauper craven ...
Stupid humanity! we weld and weld
With the vile toil disease beyond reclaiming,
And imbecility, and discontent,
Murder, and hate that sets the mansion flaming,
Bloody revolt and heavy punishment.
We forge the fate of every generation;
We crush the father and the child as well,
Spitting at heavens that shake with consternation
The soot and coal of our relentless hell.
See! To the stainless blue of skies upcurling
Our towering chimneys belch polluted breath,
Above the waste and ravaged lands unfurling
Their sable flags of slavery and death.
Red, reeking fires that comb dishevelled skies,
Your hollow rumbling is like stifled swearing,
And the grassed earth about you burns and dies.
What blind man, mad man, intent on gain and plunder,
Thinks he is matter's master, in your maw
Lugubriously rolls a hollow thunder
That says: We forge, and forge, without a flaw.
The chains from which thou hast not wit to save thee,
O foolish man! we rivet link by link
The shackles which forever shall enslave thee.
Sweat, pant, and fill the furnace to the brink.
Throw in the coal, and pour the crackling casting
Through the cut sand, beat, crush the pig to shape,
Temper the sword, sheet, deck, and rig with masting
The tyrant ships that sweep the sea with grape.
Crowd the machines, the hamlet and the haven,
To prison thee more deep than dungeons hold
In durance making thee a pauper craven ...
Stupid humanity! we weld and weld
With the vile toil disease beyond reclaiming,
And imbecility, and discontent,
Murder, and hate that sets the mansion flaming,
Bloody revolt and heavy punishment.
We forge the fate of every generation;
We crush the father and the child as well,
Spitting at heavens that shake with consternation
The soot and coal of our relentless hell.
See! To the stainless blue of skies upcurling
Our towering chimneys belch polluted breath,
Above the waste and ravaged lands unfurling
Their sable flags of slavery and death.
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