Behind each antler of ruby
Every tongue cast in gold
A chick weaves their feathers
Onto the shapeless sheep
The Button’s eye to keep
worn hands for tourist tatters
Market-memories to be sold
A fabric-born & raised duty
Not yet blossomed to be bold
Old enough for trendy matters
Blessed with blisters to reap
But praised for their ingenuity
Everyday they pluck them fresh:
Blisters made in Bangladesh
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
Behind each antler of ruby
Every tongue cast in gold
A chick weaves their feathers
Onto the shapeless sheep
The Button’s eye to keep
worn hands for tourist tatters
Market-memories to be sold
A fabric-born & raised duty
Not yet blossomed to be bold
Old enough for trendy matters
Blessed with blisters to reap
But praised for their ingenuity
Everyday they pluck them fresh:
Blisters made in Bangladesh
Huge companies never fail to endorse in child labour!
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