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BlackManFux
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going through my old scrap book and I found this one about the Industrial Revolution WTF
Where do I begin?
I have lost my job
For I lost my arm
To that machine
My life still here
I want my arm
But it is forever gone
I need to work
I lost my home
I lost my love
To that same machine
Lost without my love
Lost without my home
Lost without my job
But most of all
I’m lost without my arm
Perhaps the most interesting thing about that poem, is that I hear that so much in these tough times. Thank you.