Housekeepers Plea
For those of you
Who don't understand
We too, own part of this land
For years they degraded us
Every way they could
How can our hatred for them
Be misunderstood
You high and mighty
With all your big bucks
Wake up
Make your own coffee
Wipe off your own table
Shine your own floor
We're not taking it
No more
We're gone now
Out the door
poem by Matt Mondschein
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