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Blood Bricks

Rating: 5.0

Sunrise to sunset,
Days in and days out,
Under unforgiving burning sun,
Poor families… men, women and even young children…
Covered in dust and soot,
Sweat dripping,
Coughing and heaving,
Breathing swirling acid smoke from burning coal.
Years struggling, just for slavery wages…
Making mountains of bricks,

That built factories and modern cities of India.
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Saturday, January 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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when travelling, open our hearts and feel....
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Ambrosia A 09 January 2014

Really heart touching lines, kind heart feels the pain of all! It is sad story of Modern India, poor are getting poorer and rich are getting richer by building palaces on the graves of underprivileged. Dirty politics based on divide and rule, learn from British slavery! (unfortunately we are already divided by caste, region, color, race, money, power, what not? so it is for hypocrites to rule the conveniently 'divided' groups!) . Hope one day a 'messiah' descends down to embrace us all and keep this beautiful world as beautiful only. Let us all join to pray.

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Hans Vr 06 January 2014

Another wonderful poetic observation of what happens around us. Really, slavery is still here in this world. and so true, my friend, let us open our hearts and feel, feel together with them. Let us pray for these people's strength and wisdom and even in their long plight, let us hope they have their own moments filled with happiness. The compassion and empathy expressed in this poem can serve as a wonderful source of inspiration for many people in this fast evolving world

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