(Labor Day)
Dia del Trabajo
It´s a beautiful day today
Workers across the globe rest their weary heads
Or congregate to march for their rights
This ignites their just indignation
Justified by low wages, job insecurity, or lack of benefits
I write this today in memory of
Dia del Trabajo
It´s a beautiful day today
Workers across the globe rest their weary heads
Or congregate to march for their rights
This ignites their just indignation
Justified by low wages, job insecurity, or lack of benefits
I write this today in memory of
Seven lives claimed earlier this week
By a massive wave off the pacific coast
Their fishing boat overturned in the middle of the night
The survirors swam seven hours in the frigid dark
When asked if they would go back to sea
They said of course, they still had to eat
I write this for the workers across the globe
Which endure back breaking labor
To place food on their tables
For those who endure tirades
Thinking it´s worthwhile as long as they get paid
And come pay day, drown their resentment in a bottle
It´s a sacrifice that must be made
Along with the dreams once held
If I were to tell you brother there is another way
There´s freedom found in wanting less
You might say, what kind of bull shit is that?
I have mouths to feed and shoes to buy for my growing tribe
I can only say a prayer then, for dignified work, safety, and good health
By a massive wave off the pacific coast
Their fishing boat overturned in the middle of the night
The survirors swam seven hours in the frigid dark
When asked if they would go back to sea
They said of course, they still had to eat
I write this for the workers across the globe
Which endure back breaking labor
To place food on their tables
For those who endure tirades
Thinking it´s worthwhile as long as they get paid
And come pay day, drown their resentment in a bottle
It´s a sacrifice that must be made
Along with the dreams once held
If I were to tell you brother there is another way
There´s freedom found in wanting less
You might say, what kind of bull shit is that?
I have mouths to feed and shoes to buy for my growing tribe
I can only say a prayer then, for dignified work, safety, and good health
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Mural by Diego Rivera
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