
The story is set in a bleak industrial city where people live in poverty and desperation. The streets are dirty and the air is thick with dust that seems to suffocate the inhabitants' dreams. The only purpose of their lives is work, which is endless and joyless, done solely to provide for their families. They toil in dark factories without hope or rest, until death brings an end to their suffering. The narrator questions those who live comfortably, asking what they have done to help these oppressed workers, implying that they are complicit in the exploitation of the poor.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1906 · Genre: Historical Fiction, Adventure, Social Commentary · 274 words
Squalid street after squalid street, Endless rows of them, each the same, Black dust under your weary feet, Dust upon every face you meet, Dust in their hearts, too, -- or so it seems -- Dust in the place of dreams.
Spring in her beauty thrills and thrives, Here men hardly have heard her name.
Work is the end and aim of their lives -- Work, work, work! for their children and wives; Work for a life which, when it is won, Is the saddest thing 'neath the sun!
Work -- one dark and incessant round In black dull workshops, out of the light; Work that others' ease may abound, Work that delight for them may be found, Work without hope, without pause, without peace, That only in death can cease.
A Great Industrial Centre is listed on Textopian as an essay by Edith Nesbit, dated 1906 CE.
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Industrial Revolution · History · Non-Fiction · British History · Industry · Economy · Sociology · Urbanization · Labour Movement · Working Class · Capitalism · Manufacturing