The struggle of the garment workers.

To the window to the wall can’t escape from its draw.

The machine works me hard.

Left a stray getting no pay.

In sweat and tears, their stories told.

A struggle hidden, a tale untold.

 

A lost cause they’re never at a pause.

Starving away with no pay.

Piece by piece the wage getting shorter.

Yet in the shadows, the underpaid sew. 

They’re full of greed while we are in need.

 

Can’t even see the line between prosperity and failure. 

Needles with threads so fine.

Yet wages scarce, a sad sign.

Never complete more and more clothes piece by piece. 

In the heart of LA, where dreams are spun.

 

Shirtwaist workers toil underneath the setting sun.

Seam stitching in dim-lit rooms.

Their hopes and dreams cast in the looming gloom of doom.

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VT

13 years old