Fair trade?

Indulge yourselves. You always do.

We mostly work hard and we hardly play.

In this hopeless position it feels like we’ll stay.

I wish you could know,

Or more precisely, try fathom,

the first thing about hunger and pain

Sickness and rain,

that fell so hard and so much that it swept my grass house away.

You come to look and bargain and steal.

You think it’s fair, that it’s a good deal.

You think you know how we must feel.

Have you ever really missed a meal?

Poor, shmore, tough luck!

Suck it up! Here’s a buck!

I guess you’re hoping for my heart to melt?

These are the cards that I was dealt.

And I can’t really say,

that I know how you felt,

Or how you must still feel

How you probably always will.

I’m entitled and I work hard too.

I earn mine and I do what I do.

Never mind you!

Ok. Indulge some more, you always do.

Can’t you give up your cushions to give me a shoe?

Or two?

What about the shirt off your back?

I’m not trying to beg here,

It’s not like it’s for crack.

I’m just so hungry and I’m sick and I’m tired.

A new company’s in town and we all just got hired.

We work twenty-hour shifts,

On our feet the whole time.

The heat is unbearable,

Is your air-con comparable?

Gotta meet this deadline,

And all for a dime.

I could quit if I want,

But that won’t bring home the bacon.

I’m breaking my soul,

While you’re out fakin’ bakin’.

I just want you to think and to look and to see

If there is anything you can do, to try and help me.

From person to person,

One soul to another,

Can’t you please help out a brother?

Imagine if I was your mother.