Pesos

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They dug trenches down in Guadalajara
Before ever learning to speak their native language.
There was no reason to strain their vocal chords though,
Because the heat was so strong it burned off their eyelashes
And left their corneas a scorching white.

The pain they felt, some may dictate it as unbearable,
But to them it was worth it, the value
Of hard work in a time of despair
Is consistently underrated and the illusion
Of incompetence among the 'unskilled labor force'
Is just that, an illusion.

The 'unskilled labor force' digging trenches down
In Guadalajara, Mexico, in that time of heat
And that time of drought and that time
Where a peso was worth more than a heart of a gold,
Were the Gods among men,
And the men among Gods.

Titanic is a fitting word when it comes
To describing the efforts of the
Saviors of Guadalajara, deemed
The 'unskilled labor force' by the
Ones who dyed their hands the color
Of the stormy nights where their forefathers cried tears of questionable emotion.

But to dye and to die
Are two different things,
When it is simply a peso
That you are after.

After all, in this day and age
Digging trenches in Guadalajara
Isn't going to get you much.