Beneath steel and concrete,
Beneath night's wandering shadow,
Come the eyes, voices and arms--elbows and knees--
That make buildings shine, magnifying the sun into all our faces.
The nameless, the scorned, the ignored--yet
They are the humanity who make human things work.
Mothers and children, fathers and uncles, family and family--
They come to make this city dance, the rhythm of what is just,
What is secure--the dance of strike and protest, demand and dignity.
They toil inside these glass temples--they clean them--
The truly human who now step into the streets, into our tomorrows,
And declare: Basta! Enough! What we clean, we also make sacred.
Luis J. Rodriguez (To my father, Alfonso--a janitor)
in Si, Se Puede! Yes, We Can! Janitor Strike in L.A
Diana Cohn, 2002 (this book is an awesome bilingual illustrated book for kids)