RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRADE WARS
Apple Moves to India
In the great American trade war
Is this what you had in mind?
They’re shopping for a back door
The cheapest labor they can find
They’re not moving to our nation
Not at this or any time
They will find another station
It’s a dollar to a dime
It’s been known throughout the ages
They will go where costs are cheap
In the matter of living wages
What you sow is what you reap
Where they go others will follow
It’s whack-a-mole to the core
All your promises are really hollow
In the wastelands of your war
We all want to bring back jobs
But brother this is not the way
It’s like paying a thief to rob
Or asking an atheist to pray
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