Ryan Harvey
The Slave Boat and the Merchant Ship
Who dug the holes for your cities?Through clay, dirt and rockThe railroad lines, the old brick homesThe textile mills, the ports, the dockImmigrants, slaves, the poorAmerican History's dirty warKeep the rifles-aimedMake the victim take the blameAnd who plowed these fields of native treesTo grow these export cropsThe cotton and tobacco leavesThat bought the guns with which you foughtFive hundred years of warThe Frontiersman, the ConquistadorThe Slave Boat, the Merchant ShipThe Pinkerton and the PresidentAnd who runs your towns today?The underpaid excessOver-worked, invisible,Survivors of the processWealth unseen in historyAlongside hopeless povertyThe more it grows the more it hurtsThe mighty dollar's curse
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