George Dudley

To Work - Poem by George Dudley

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,
'Rush-houred'? 'Rat-raced'?

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?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was born one morning when I wash trying to cross a busy but jammed road in London.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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