If he works for us
in some distant place
to make things
or grow things
or tend things
that make our lives
better,
why is it so hard
for us to pay him
a living wage?
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Van Gogh
Leather lathers worn
Workers’ feet, the flaps flipped out
Thirsty as parched tongues.
[Disposable Haiku November 21, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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