Back and forth, to and fro,
painted metal, wheeled to go.
Safely strapped in plastic sound,
inch-by-inch consuming ground.
Shiny products on a course
to concrete hill and grey concourse.
Built for speed but tortoise paced,
Selling life to pay the rent,
we ponder not on what is meant.
Where and when and how and why
did our freedom we deny?
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Comments about this poem (To Work by George Dudley )
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
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