I chose the word poetic to describe industrial revolution, because that’s what it was: poetic. There were dozens of new inventions(i.e. Assembly line, electric motor) and revolutionary people (i.e. Henry Ford, Thomas Edison) during this era, yet, there were still starving children, children with hard jobs and low pay. Children with jobs, but no education. There were still jobless people, still suffering, and even the people with jobs were suffering. But the jobless people didn't care. They still wanted those jobs. It’s poetic that we can look on it as if we’re a third party. That we can pretend that it doesn't affect us because we’re above them, and even though we were advancing exponentially, we still couldn't end strife, and we still can’t. So it’s poetic that we balanced, that even though we were causing suffering we still ended some, and that’s beautiful, and awful, and evil and magical. Chaz Sun

The kids had jobs, but this means that they can't have an education.

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