Stitch, sew, spin, stretch,

cut, clip, catch the cloth,

all eyes watching, waiting, new

colors, designs, pattern unfold.

Fashion is the way of this life,

yet for hundreds of years,

it ended thousands of lives.

Puzzled now is your mind,

what do I mean by this foolish

number of lines? Whipped,

lashed, beated to death, all

for this cotton, the fashion

of the day. Now look at those

clothes, that you value so

much, and think of the

blood spilt, families torn, lives

destoried, all for what ? The fasion

we crave, to seperate ourselves

into these groups, and hate

and plunder, and discriminate.