dan.handsome@yahoo.com
THIS SHIRT
Plant the seedlings, row by row
Pull the ditch stop, check the water flow
If it's too fast, they will wash away
If we lose them, boss will hold your pay
We need cotton, we need cotton
To make these shirts
With your baby on you back
Calloused fingers, fill the burlap sack
Dusty roadside, children play
When they've grown tall, they will take your place
We need workers, we need workers
To make these shirts
One mile under, the silent ground
Two man auger, grinding round and round
And the coal dust stings their eyes
But coal spins tubines, to feed electric lines
We need power, we need power
To make these shirts
Young girl, just 14
Sewing the buttons, on clattering machines
The room is buzzing, but no one speaks
Her mind is empty, from 60 hour weeks
We need stitchers, we need stitchers
To make this shirt
It's been hours of unrelenting rain
He is tired, can barely find the lane
Knows the dockhands are waiting for this truck
Shifts into high gear, then slips out the clutch
We need drivers, we need drivers
For these shirts
It's always springtime in the mall
They have money, school starts in the fall
Brand new wardrobe, uncontested right
Matching colors, holding fabric to the light
Excuse me salesclerk, I will buy
This shirt
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