Silence
We the laborers
Sold into our work.
The human machines,
In the darkness we lurk.
Beaten and battered,
Cuts down to the bone.
The punishments we endure
We want to go home.
Stitch by stitch.
Day by day.
Piece by piece.
Just work, no play.
The words we speak,
Is silence heard,
No things we can say,
No rights, no word.
We wish for help,
We wish to be free.
Because we are just children
Sold into child slavery.
Sold into our work.
The human machines,
In the darkness we lurk.
Beaten and battered,
Cuts down to the bone.
The punishments we endure
We want to go home.
Stitch by stitch.
Day by day.
Piece by piece.
Just work, no play.
The words we speak,
Is silence heard,
No things we can say,
No rights, no word.
We wish for help,
We wish to be free.
Because we are just children
Sold into child slavery.
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So I took the vow of silence on November 19th to "speak up" for child labor. I decided to write some poetry on it. I was sort of thinking about Iqbal's story when I was typing this up.