Cockroaches on the tables, no bathroom breaks, what could be worse?
Rats on the floor, no air conditioning, what could be worse?
Terrible pay, that's what could be worse
15 cents for a dress, getting 2 dollars a day,
reminds us of the triangle factory
Why not go back home? Why not pack up and leave?
Our hands are tied to the machine till 9 o'clock
Our hands are tied under key and lock
As we toil, as we burn, in the modern triangle of our nightmare,
Money burns instead of flesh, 15 cents for a dress,
Our children cry out in hunger, the pay is unfair,
But what can we do, stuck in the modern triangle of our nightmare?
We protest for a minimum, we scream we cry, we plead
15 cents for a dress is not enough!
Help us reach the factory owners,
Help them understand
As we toil, as we burn, in the modern triangle of our nightmare,
Money burns instead of flesh, 15 cents for a dress,
Our children cry out in hunger, the pay is unfair,
But what can we do, stuck in the modern triangle of our nightmare?
Cockroaches on the tables, no bathroom breaks, what could be worse?
Rats on the floor, no air conditioning, what could be worse?
Terrible pay, that's what could be worse
Comments
Omg the way there's a part of this that repeats with even more resentment and desperation and anger is crazy I got goose bumps and there wasn't even an exclamation point fantastic piece!
thanks! I wrote this like a song, then put into poem form, so thats where I got the repeating
That's awesome!
Yeah! It does have a song-like rhythm to it!
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