Migrant field workers
Bent to the point of breaking
In the morning light
While others asleep
Unaware in their soft beds
Wake slowly from night
Blessed men and women
Gather closely in churches
Where prayers are led
And little is said
Of those who cannot attend
For they work and sweat
As others pass by
Unseeing and most con…
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