Child Labour Poem by JEM JAN

Child Labour

I see radiant lines of morning
Creates life bright and charming.
Soul is pure brims with joy
Clear as flame can't destroy.

My dreams are the mountain crest;
Active fountains flow unrest.
Hands are tiny soft and kind
Tender lovely and calm mind.

I want to play, dance and sing
Why on Poverty misery I swing
How melody but a broken flute
Can't heaven save me from this mute?

Is it a curse on me, a spell?
Wish is dead within to spell?
Am I a withered leaf in pain?
Living in grave without brain?

I see boys and girls go
Wearing uniform with a bow,
Carrying their books to school,
When I go to work with a tool.

Working day and night I hate,
But can't escape my fate,
If I want a full meal plate,
Should work for their own rate.

Hands are bruised, I suffer
As coolie I'm a child labour
No laws help me to learn;
Right to education to turn.

O earth can you hear my plead
A poor little soul's lone heed
When do the poor get power
To reach my real dream tower?