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Huelga


 

Union Labors

& minimum wage.

$7.25 an hour,

but I have to stay

because I have mouths to feed

& children to clothe.

My fingers bleed

because I work them to the bone.

We can’t be free

If we can’t afford to live.

We might as well be

Chained down to ships.

We are still slaves

To the government.

There’s children to be saved,

They don’t know the extent 

Of this cruelty.

How could you do this?
We say huelga!

Even though this won’t change.

We won’t ever

Stop until they know our names.

It is all the same

With every different race.

Uncle Sam will turn away

If you have that look upon your face.

That look of need.

They see it is as greed.

We just plead

That we get SOMETHING!

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