Machine hums
Insidious screeching
Clattering belts and pulleys
Parts connected by our pain-ridden hands
Repetitive action
Hands tendonitis
Physically expended
Time clicks by hour
Slowly the end marches forward
Know not the time
Must go on
Machine breakneck speed
Long hours no break
Horn blows shift change
Not too soon
Fellow com padres
Groups of diversity
Tensions ‘tween some
Second work to make ends meet
Economic expectations low
No incentives
Pocket cash for CEO
Shrewd corporate thieves
We are the migrant laborers of hard work
About the Creator
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