i quit, i hear the man say,
as he stands up
from his machine,
having been
there all day. i can't work
here anymore
at these wages,
under these conditions.
i have a family
of four to feed.
look at my hands.
look into my eyes.
do you see what i see?
but tomorrow
he's there again, for what
is there to do
beyond this.
what else is there to be.
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