In shadows cast upon the plate,
A tale of wages, dire and straight,
Within the realm of restaurants' might,
Lies a struggle hidden from the light.
Beneath the apron's humble guise,
An injustice that many despise,
Wage theft, a sinister charade,
Where workers' dues begin to fade.
They toil with passion, heart and soul,
Serving meals to make others whole,
But behind the scenes, a bitter sting,
As rightful earnings take to wing.
Hours stretched, with no overtime,
Paychecks dwindling, like a silent crime,
Unpaid breaks, a stolen reprieve,
Exploitation we must perceive.
The waitstaff's smiles, a veil so thin,
Hiding the battles that wage within,
For tips alone cannot fill the gap,
When fair compensation takes a nap.
Chefs create culinary art,
Yet their just rewards often depart,
Their skilled hands, the backbone strong,
But robbed of what they rightly long.
Dishwashers scrub, their spirits damp,
In the depths of steam and ceaseless clamor,
Yet their paychecks arrive so meager,
A theft that only grows much graver.
Behind the curtain, a tale untold,
Where workers' rights are bought and sold,
But together we can bring the fight,
To banish wage theft from our sight.
Let's raise our voices, loud and clear,
Shatter the chains of silence and fear,
For in unity, we hold the might,
To restore justice, shining bright.
Restaurants, beacons of delight,
Should uphold fairness day and night,
Where every worker finds their worth,
And wage theft becomes a relic of dearth.
So let us stand, united strong,
And wage theft's presence shall not prolong,
In the realm of restaurants, a new decree,
Where justice reigns, and all are free.
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