In factories humming, where the proletariat toil,
Bearing the burden of labor, their sweat and their moil.
They rise against the chains of oppressive decree,
A poem of the workers, their quest to be free.
With calloused hands, they shape the world's might,
Yet shackled by hours, in a relentless fight.
In unity, they stand, for better days they yearn,
A symphony of voices, a collective concern.
Through the clatter of machines, their anthem is sung,
For shorter hours, fair wages, their battle is young.
In solidarity's embrace, they forge a common thread,
A poem for justice, where equality is bred.
The struggle persists, through dawn's early light,
For dignity, respect, and an equitable right.
A verse for the workers, who strive to be heard,
In the timeless poem of justice, their song is stirred.
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