Author: Gavin y Russell Closey, New Zealand
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We break our backs daily in the sweatshop
Working from dusk to dawn for very small pay
We're paying rent, gas, and the tax man
By voting it's said we can have our say
But what can we really do, poor people
Aren't we just pawns in their game
Faceless numbers on rich man's account sheet
Credit can lure us like moths to a flame
So maybe they can control the masses
If we allow them to rule the roost
Our votes bought by countless promises
Sales pitches fool us, their tills boost
So stand together in union all as one
Small people be strong, then battle is won
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