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Apr 2016
Migrants on highways-- hunger and need
In their eyes,
No argument, no system,
Men fought for wage
Work for thirty--
I’m hungry for work--
The kids see
They can’t run aroun’
They bloated up
--I’ll work--
for a little piece of good wages
Prices up
Great owners
Glad they bring more people in
Wages went down
We’ll have serfs again
*--Blackout Poem Chapter Twenty-One--
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  21/F/The Enterprise
(21/F/The Enterprise)   
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