Do you don footwear made of leather
When you stride among the heather?
Sure, some fabric wearer shall
Make you feel that you appall
But themselves don’t let get caught
By some other thinks they ought
Conscientious more have been
To check the land of origin!
Do you buy products markets from
Whose clerks downtrodden have become
Until their standard service of
Falls distinctly short of love?
Before at meat eaters you poke
Would you eat an artichoke
Or lettuces your salads in
Whose pickers water may not win
In midst of e’en the hottest day?
Do gadgets with your children play
Constructed in some far off place
Where you don’t have to see each face
Enslaved, emaciated, those
Construct your tablets, spin your hose?
No point each other get annoyed
We cannot this grim truth avoid:
No matter how we point and fuss
The problem here is all of us
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