His father left the family,
His mother sold him to a factory.
He didn't have a chance to go to school,
He didn't have time to see the swimming pool.
He works twelve hours a day,
He eats just bare bread as clay.
He is afraid to make a mistake,
He was beaten to stay up awake.
The factory owner loves child labor,
Because the child is blessed and gives the favor.
The rights of the child are forgotten in dominant industry,
Only the slave feels the tragedy of the slavery in our century.
We have to offer him a full scholarship,
For sailing together in the freedom ship.
Child labour is wrong, and not going to school is even worse!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful message and a wonderful poem.
Thank you Mr. Akhtar Jawad for this wonderful comment.