An Ode to Los Jornaleros.

• Author: Diaz, Jose Hernandez
• Position: Poem - Poem

An Ode to Los Jornaleros They rise at dawn And cross themselves La Virgen knows She knows it well They sit and wait On crooked curbs For dirty work They sit and wait And when work comes Trucks pick them up They rush and shout Like sheltered dogs The jobs they get Are hard and cheap They twist and sweat They bend and bleed They push and mow For daily bread They stack and build For milk and meat Behind the wall They send the cash To Mexico They send it all The laws that stand Cause them to fall To hide and squirm This country's hell...