when all else is gone,
they take your dignity.
in the place of truth,
take your identity.
on backs bent with work,
and the cooking pot empty...
no tomorrow, take today,
no money, take your family!
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Yes they plot plan strike then take your dignity. But what is worse? When your dignity is stolen taken with a smile or when exploiters laugh at you or laugh over their profits. Then sleep to wake to prey upon new poor new cycles of poverty.