Sara Messenger © 1990
I love the toys my living brings
I wonder how they make these things
These magical technologies
Somewhere in the world
I guess the parts are all combined
On some product assembly line
Where someone’s paid a lesser wage
Somewhere in the world
And I suppose they’re cast to size
From some enormous iron dyes
Where human limbs keep watchful eye
Somewhere in the world
Weary faces silent and mean
Are toiling and slaving
In places kept sight unseen
Somewhere in the world
I’ve read of how they strip the hills
To supply the ore for mills
Where lives are spent and spirit’s killed
Somewhere in the world
And there are towns where strange disease
Marks the growth of industries
That provide all our luxuries
Somewhere in the world
Men who breathe the toxic dust
From the early dawn ‘til dusk
And live as no one should but must
Somewhere in the world
In graveyard shifts they’re working now
From Michigan to Cubatao
In nightmare slums someway somehow
Somewhere in the world
Hungry faces feeding our dreams
They’re burning, they’re dying
And no one’s heeding their screams
Nowhere in the world
I love the toys my living brings
I wonder how they make these things
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