Sweatshop boogie

Delapidation and gray block sweat shops.
Young men work the hours away.
Seldom time to shave.
Inconspicuously tying and assembling through a finger tired night.
Destination slavery, except a few lousy yuan.
Forced out of their origins by supply and demand.
Faulty laws hard to abide.
Those worker´s rights have learned to hide.
Stacked communities, people seeking space.
Numbers, factory hands, no name, no face.
Labelled as parasites,
a penny in the politicians pocket of plenty.
Delapidation and eighty hour weeks.
So shelves of gadgets can be sold for nothing.
Vultures decide the value of human suffering.
Wolves impose the exploitation in,
vulnerable third world nations.