we have fallen to the corporation.
The things we made with sweat and toil,
now are made on foreign soil.
Our unions fall and bite the dust,
in this land where God we trust.
The plants are closing everyday,
by investors living far away.
They told us N.A.F.T.A would be great,
but that's before they locked the gate.
Yes, locked the gate and let us go
for cheaper labor "Mexico".
Do I trust them, no I don't.
Will I give in, no I won't.
For I still believe in this great nation,
despite the deeds of the corporation.
by Thomas Harvey