The cry for justice : an anthology of the literature of social protest -- . ve forgotten how to smile. Our lips, our voices tooare vile. We are all dead before we die. Our mothers mothers made us so: the father that wenever know in blindness and in wantonness Caused us to come to question you. What is it that youothers do, that profit so by our distress? You and your children softly sleep. We and our mothersvigil keep. You cheated us of all dehght, Ere our sick spirits came to birth: you made our fair andfruitful earth a nest of pestilence and bhght. Your black machines are never still, and ha
The cry for justice : an anthology of the literature of social protest -- . ve forgotten how to smile. Our lips, our voices tooare vile. We are all dead before we die. Our mothers mothers made us so: the father that wenever know in blindness and in wantonness Caused us to come to question you. What is it that youothers do, that profit so by our distress? You and your children softly sleep. We and our mothersvigil keep. You cheated us of all dehght, Ere our sick spirits came to birth: you made our fair andfruitful earth a nest of pestilence and bhght. Your black machines are never still, and hard, relentless asyour will, they card us like the cotton waste. And flesh and blood more cheap than they, they seize andeat and shred away, to feed the fever of your haste. For we are waste and shoddy here, who know no God, nofaith but fear, no happiness, no hope but sleep. Half imbecile and half obscene we sit and tend each tensemachine, too sick to sigh, too tired to weep, Until the tortured end of day, when fevered faces turnaway, to see the stars from blackness OLIVER TWIST ASKS FOR MORE GEORGE CRUIKSHANK (English caricaturist, 1792-1S78. One of the illustrations of the orig-inal edition of Oliver Tivist) u 5- -fS ^ ^ fcr
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