Nuestras Raíces (Our Roots)
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Do you think about it?
As you’re picking up your fruits
It seems so easy… we don’t think about the roots
Countless hours under the scorching sun
As pesticides are flying down like missiles at war
It all seems so harmless because, who are they anyway?
Just a couple of farmworkers who don’t deserve to see the light of day
Or so they say
Many of them immigrants, stripped of their identity
Given the title “aliens”
They want their labor, but not their humanity
Because who are they anyway?
Or so they say
Minimum wages?
That’s enough to get them to stay
But not progress through this freedom of decay
Backs are breaking
As they’re picking your perfectly packaged strawberries
But you don’t think about it
You don’t think about the families
Proud and strong
To have left their motherland
Only to be told they don’t belong
Because who are they anyway?
Or so they say
Above all
They chose to stay
Because hopes and dreams
Fill their hearts with visions like beams of the sun
Because they sacrifice for their children
A better future is all they ask
Because we are campesinos unidos, ready to take on the task!