Logos II

You might not know me very well out here/ But Your whole wardrobe is probably made of the blood, sweat, and tears/ Of me and my peers, we come from countries/ Were most of us go to sleep hungry/ We need money for the tummies that we have to feed/ So one day, a company opens a factory/ Promising pay, but adults are not what they needed/ They wanted all their workers to be kids/ And who are we to resist? Beggars can’t be choosey/ So jobs got snatched up fast, but none of us knew we/ Were being manipulated until the contracts were signed/ And we were confined into the positions that we were assigned/ So we toiled in pools of sweat and constantly felt the sting/ Of overseers who didn’t care if the heat was sweltering/ And it hardly seems worth it with the money I gain/ But at least we had something, so I couldn’t complain/ Then I found out something that I wasn’t anticipating to hear/ One shoe that we create is worth more than I’ll make in a year/ I was told that these clothes were shipped to rich nations/ And the company’s owners receive massive monetary compensation/ And the reason they make such a high profit/ Is because they can take extra dollars from a customer’s wallet/ Not because their product is expensive to make, oh no/ It’s just because they have a well known logo/ Knowing that was what made the work more painful/ The fact that our destitution was used as an angle/ 0Ato make the rich richer, while we do the dirty work/ For all the money they withhold, it makes me wanna hurt these jerks/ And it should be right to bite the hand that feeds you crumbs/ Of the fat entree they munch on in their other palm/ But I know what would happen if I spoke up and said “that’s wrong”/ My only source of income wouldn’t last long/ They would replace me as fast as you can shoot a gun, and that’ll be the fate/ Of anyone else who doesn’t want to cooperate/ And from then on, no one else would speak up/ Meanwhile, consumers put so much value in this cheap stuff/ If only someone could give them a tip off/ And let them know that they’re being ripped off/ Maybe then, those consumers wouldn’t go for these vices/ In fact, I bet there’s a way to make them lower these prices/ What if people knew about this, and went on a protest/ And vowed that no single person would ever invest/ In buying this clothing until the cost decreased/ And the workers were paid enough to actually provide their family with a feast/ But maybe as consumers, they’re just not that unified/ And don’t know about those that being wrongfully utilized/ But then I say, “who are you bluffing?/ Most of them know about this corruption, and do nothing!” So I go back to my job, like a mindless drone/ Being underpaid, while working my fingers to the bone/ Saying “that’s just the way it is” with apathy/ But in my mind, I ask, “is this the way it has to be?”/