As part of the In His Shoes, Martin Luther King Retreat (2010) retreat participants read the Proclamation of the Delano Grape Workers for International Boycott Day. Following a study and discussion three groups composed the following poems based on their understanding the farmer worker's struggle and the ends for which Cesar Chavez had fought.. Interestingly enough, in the spirit of harmony and UNITY, the three poems make up one intertwined document, from beginning to end as well. Below are those poems.

Poem #1
Sweet & Heavy Unpruned Vines….
[Iris Salem, Chris Movsesian, Karine Armen, Suzie Shatarevyan, Lory Bedikian, Susan Movsesian]
We need to blaze a trail out of the wilderness.
We need to build our own roads of liberational rights.
We need men of all creeds, nationalities and occupations in our number.
We have been farm workers for hundreds of years and boycotters for two.
We  need to sow the seed of our truth.
We need to pursue collective bargaining.
We need a great social movement, and we will not stop struggling ‘til we die or win.
We have been farm workers for hundreds of years and boycotters for two.

Poem #2
[Gary Parikian, Garrett Hazarian, Ani Burr, Anush Avejic, Karo Giulakian, Mike & Peggy Giragos]
Join
This International Boycott Day
Cultivate
                The strange soil of public understanding
Till
                The minds and hearts of men
Recall
                The footsteps that brought us
Mexicans
                Filipinos Africans and others
Blaze
                A trail out of the wilderness
Ov ercome
                Unprotesting submission to a degrading social system.
NO DIGNITY
                NO COMFORT
                                NO PEACE
STAND
                Tall outside the vineyards where we stopped for years
Shun
                The grapes, fruit of our affliction
Grow
                Sweet and heavy
Pledge
                To win without violence
The time is right for our liberation.

Poem No. 3
Liberation
[Nancy Salem, Mariam Torgomyan, William Archilla, Liea Ananian, Yelena Zakaryan]
We the striking grape workers of California
Recall the footsteps that brought us to this day
We founded this land
And tamed it’s natural wilderness
We spread like the unpruned vines
In struck fields- our plowshares
And pruning hooks exiled from our dusty hands
We stand tall among the picket lines
We will not stop struggling
Till we win or die
Our pilgrimage across the land will not stop
Till the grapes grow sweet
And heavy on the vines