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?"/