Huelga written by: Robert Walton   Jesús walked to King City On a dusty road East of town. He passed Basic Vegetable – Its flat blue walls, Its stinks, Its steams – And turned in At a workers’ fire. Flames leapt in sunset wind And the workers’ fingers curled Around dancing heat. Their jobs were gone And most of their hope, But they shared pan dulce And a joke with Jesús. He left them a smile, And that warmth Kindly … Continue reading Huelga