INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION

Aisles of stone along the river

Fed tall incestuous mills

With innocent blood and talent

In tamed pastures of England’s glory.

Selfless surrender of joy and pride

Bread, butter, beer and sweat 

Casually awaken plastic dreams

Watered down metal pain

Fractured spikes of wooden bones

In hung-over dark junk yards

Selfless flowers of art spring

Organic rot of Northern progress

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