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It was in the damp, dark sweatshops of New York where I learned to sing of oppression, suffering and misery. During the day I worked and at night I wrote my poems.

— Morris Rosenfeld The Poet of the Ghetto (1998)

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When the work will have killed him another will be sitting in his place and sewing.

The tick of the clock is the Boss in his anger!
The face of the clock has the eyes of a foe;
The clock—Oh, I shudder—dost hear how it drives me?
It calls me “Machine!” and it cries to me “Sew!”

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