Forced Labor

Spinning towers, rolling wheels
And always the wavy noise
That cuts the flash of whistles.

Fire without flames and reflections.
Cranks with equal arms,
Iron to weld, screws that vibrate,

Press that ceaselessly treads
The hole in its long pipes.

Sometimes you dream that you are free
So much do the tri-fumes taint you...

And when after 12 hours work
Sounds, finally! the time to rest,

The piece of bread that they throw you,
Do they think that this will pay for our skin?