• commie@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    4 months ago

    i’m always tempted to sing:

    in the gloom of mighty cities,
    'mid the roar of whirling wheels,
    we are toiling on like chattle slaves of old
    and our masters hope to keep us
    ever, thus, beneath their heels
    and to coin our very lifeblood into gold.