Worker's Strike
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I fight for what I believe in, for what I need to survive.
Holding the sign up with pride, I chant along with my fellow workers. Our demands aren’t irrational, they’re a necessity, and I struggle. I have a family to feed, and the corrupt business owners are drowning in their own ignorance if they believe that what we have now is enough.
It isn’t nearly.
We’ve been told to not be violent, but it’s becoming difficult to control our emotions. The tension is high, the air is thick, and people are getting rowdy. My hands are sweating, but I grip my sign tighter.
I yell louder, march faster, and fight harder.
Envisioning the life I want my family to have, I wipe the sweat from my brow and continue on.
Holding the sign up with pride, I chant along with my fellow workers. Our demands aren’t irrational, they’re a necessity, and I struggle. I have a family to feed, and the corrupt business owners are drowning in their own ignorance if they believe that what we have now is enough.
It isn’t nearly.
We’ve been told to not be violent, but it’s becoming difficult to control our emotions. The tension is high, the air is thick, and people are getting rowdy. My hands are sweating, but I grip my sign tighter.
I yell louder, march faster, and fight harder.
Envisioning the life I want my family to have, I wipe the sweat from my brow and continue on.
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