The ####### of an eye,
The tears that cry,
The black hands that pain,
Helping evil in vain.
They never know,
That soon they might go,
And be crushed by flames,
While we enjoy their games.
Plastic metal goes in their eyes,
But who will listen to their cries?
Child labour is truly bad
And I know it feels sad
Then lets put a stop to it
And don’t let it go far a bit
No more eyes will cry
No more children will die
Let’s help the helpless
And help them live in happiness
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