Immokalee
Waking in the morning
Before the sun rises
Lacing up their boots
And saying their goodbyes
Loading up their trucks
With tears in their eyes
Working in the blistering sun
Cracked hands; throats dry
Slavery is not dead
It's busy in the fields
Immokalee men and women
Letting down their shields
They pick until their hands bleed
They fall down to their knees
Picking for corporations
Who won't pay for what they need
Picketing on the corner
For what we know is right
Greedy corporations
Denying their human rights
The Immokalee slave ship
Runs silent in the night
Tired human beings
Fighting for their lives
We are the voices of what they try to say
Fear of not eating every single day
Fear of a beating every single day
Who are you to objectify a life this way
It is important that we all work together
It is important that we nurture, care, and love each other
Slavery in masses still exist today
Education in masses is the only way
Corporations live off the lives of a slave trade
It's in the fields
Where sweat soaks into the Earth
It's in the factories where
Blood fills the smoke stacks
Where death is born
Slavery doesn't stick to just one type of work
It doesn't pick your gender or the year of your birth
Slavery chooses you whether you accept it or you don't
The only way to fight slavery
Is for everyone to know
Slavery is not dead
It's working in the fields.