the cruelty
of enduring
child exploitation
child labour
in this world of shame
in this world of horror
there are still places
where little children
day long carry heavy slabs
of rocks above their heads
many are images
of small children
carrying heavy sacks
of dirt from mines
digging in mines
working in holes
in the ground mines
many are images
of small children
carrying heavy bricks
making building bricks
industrial workers
in open air sun baked
third world brick factories
these mine owners
these factory owners
these pitiless bosses
are not respecters of age
are not respecters of genders
are not into cost healthcare...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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