I cannot erase the image from my mind
of farmworkers running through the
strawberry fields trying to get away from ICE agents.
Strawberry fields is more than a Beatles’ song.

Men and women working long hours,
doing their job picking strawberries in the
California sun, lucious fruit for our just desserts.
Strawberry fields is more than a Beatles’ song.

They woke up early that morning to get to the
fields and meet their quota so that the rest of us
would be able to savor this delectable fruit.
Strawberry fields is more than a Beatles’ song.

Little did they know the day would end with a
run for their lives through the fields of their labor
as the juices ran like blood across the soles of shoes.
Strawberry fields is more than a Beatles’ song.