Dessert hands

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55124
United States
44° 44' 59.0388" N, 93° 11' 52.9908" W

The cracks get longer as the work gets harder
Looks chain you down as you pay by hand
Judgment looks you down to your emotion
Shame comes over you like a lunar eclipse

People listen to words preached by Cesar
“Si se puede” echoing off the walls
Hands are the fuel to our body
It is the hands that pick the last harvest

SILENCE is the yell of tomorrow
The cracks never believed in changing the world
But the change has inspired worlds beyond

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