From farm to factory
They said it would be a better
Life and so we upped and moved
Though they did not say for whom.

From working hard to working
Harder the open spaces had
Disappeared in favor
Of canned sardines packed on a shelf.

It is all your fault they
Said and so we redoubled our
Efforts to no avail wages
Stagnant as expenses climbed.

As the good life turned sour
The lie that we were to blame when
There was nothing more to give
Rang hollow, an empty coffin.

One day we will wake up
And take back our lives no matter
The cost, reclaim the power that
That has always been our birthright.

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