Sewn Together by Fear

We think of LA as loud and vibrant

You hear cars driving by 

In a place of innocence 

We tend to forget about hundreds of migrants

That sweat and cry 

Surrounded by violence

Grab a magnifying glass 

And look a little deeper

Look at the clothes you wear

Notice each stitch and be aware

Of the hundreds of workers

Sewing stitch by stitch

As they suffer in poverty

Employed by the rich

With holes in their shoes

There's nothing to lose

Getting paid only pocket change

As they watch their employers enraged

“You forgot to stitch this!”

“You forgot to cut that!”

“You need to speed up!”

It's a place of regret

Waking up in the night

Covered in cloth

With the machine still running

And the light not off

They sit there to wonder

If having a low paying job

Is worth the tears that they sob

Still rich get richer

The poor stay poor

We’re wearing the clothing

That we bought from the store

The store that's filled with merchandise made 

By workers who stand in factories

Performing like slaves

We need to stand up

And stretch out our minds

And find that the pain workers go through

Is nothing but a crime

As we walk around in our Nordstrom sweaters

We should think of the workers

And how they could be treated better