Needles and chains

After reading the lyrics to a song that was sung in a textile mill titled "The Song of The Shirt" I think about what I am wearing. This song kind of depicts the life of a poor woman working in a textile mill. She talks about her fingers being worn from all the sowing. Her eyes heavy from the long hours. Even the stars shining through the windows which leaves you to believe they worked late into the night. I think life was beyond difficult for a worker in a textile mill, there were no safety standards like today which led to unsafe and unfit working conditions.