Tuesdays: Teaser/Whereabouts

I am mostly in Chicago writing down poems about the people, the factories and I hit hard with my harsh reality of a working class. Some of those might make you wince but they ought to make you get out of that lethargy and do something. That something could be just to look around. Misfortunes and social cruelties become part of life when we are apathetic and let them be. Come and fight it. And believe me nothing has changed over the years, centuries for the working class.

~Selected Poems of Carl Sandburg

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"Her mother will cry some and so will her sisters
and brothers.
But all the others got down and they are safe
....and this is the only one of the factory girls
....who wasn't lucky in making the jump
....when the fire broke.
It is the hand of God and the lack of fire escapes."

~Page 18, Anna Imroth, Selected Poems of Carl Sandburg