There it Lies…Rotting by the Pound
Our Agricultural Bounty…By Crate, By Truck
By Field…On the Ground
You Must Listen…Please Understand Jose
Fill our Bowls…Then Leave…Yesterday…Today!
You Were Never Wanted…As a Friend
Nor Desired as a Neighbor
The Only Thing…We “Valued”
Were The Fruits…Of your Labor
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