The clothes spake bitterly biting the teeth
When I sit to wash my clothe of the day,
“You the men of all classes
Move in the world of smoke and filth;
Make us dusty and dirty and stains
Attach the oil and grease and cheese
But strike us hard against the rock
Drop us in machine and ready with fist
toss and boss and twirl and twist
Pause not to ponder a while over the thought
That you do wrong but we to suffer? !
The best species in the world,
You do all such best thus you proved! ”
Feeling horror at that counter claims
Just ran I inside with the pail in my hands.
sasikala kamandula
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