[ID: A poem written in Sharpie on a green surface. It reads:
Boss made a dollar
I made a dime,
That was a poem
From a simpler time.
Now Boss makes a thousand
And gives us a cent
While he’s got employees
Who can’t pay the rent.
So when boss makes a million
And the workers make jack
Then that’s when we riot
And take our lives back
#WorkingClassSolidarity”
/End ID.]










