I wander thro' each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry Every black’ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot’s curse Blasts the new born Infant’s tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

Anlass: “There is more understanding of the nature of capitalist society in a poem like ‘i wander through each charter’d street’ than in three quarters of Socialist literature.” (aus G. Orwells Essay ‘Charles Dickens’)