Jan 2021
Prisoners. Forced to work or die. Children practically stolen from their cradles by the crooked system. Placed to work before they even knew what work was. Children deprived of their childhood so that the rich could have a childhood. They weaved the carpets the privileged walked upon. They sewed the silk curtains the wealthy used to shroud themselves in the darkness of their inhibitions.
Through all this suffering, the true injustice was the minuscule pay they received. Hours of work for a single penny. Having to endure the pain that society has placed upon them like shackles from which they can never be freed. Mansions built on the tears and broken bones of suffering children.
While they sat in their dining halls sipping wine and chatting with each other, children were struggling to get a single drop of water. Children working like it's all they know how to do because it is. Their employers didn't care if they got hurt. They just threw a band-aid on the wound, no matter how severe, then tossed them aside like a forgotten teddy bear.
But why should they care? The press wouldn't bother bringing the error of their ways into the spotlight of the world. Their handkerchiefs laced with children's tears, their pockets lined with shattered dreams, their mouths full of misled truths, and their hearts filled with greed. As some slept on piles of silk sheets and feathered pillows, others slept on the floor, if they were lucky enough to sleep.Β Β Children trying to sew the fabric of their lives together while corporations tore the threads apart.
Little ones turned to slaves.
Rich turned to monsters.
Justice turned to stone.
Through all this suffering, the true injustice was the minuscule pay they received. Hours of work for a single penny. Having to endure the pain that society has placed upon them like shackles from which they can never be freed. Mansions built on the tears and broken bones of suffering children.
While they sat in their dining halls sipping wine and chatting with each other, children were struggling to get a single drop of water. Children working like it's all they know how to do because it is. Their employers didn't care if they got hurt. They just threw a band-aid on the wound, no matter how severe, then tossed them aside like a forgotten teddy bear.
But why should they care? The press wouldn't bother bringing the error of their ways into the spotlight of the world. Their handkerchiefs laced with children's tears, their pockets lined with shattered dreams, their mouths full of misled truths, and their hearts filled with greed. As some slept on piles of silk sheets and feathered pillows, others slept on the floor, if they were lucky enough to sleep.Β Β Children trying to sew the fabric of their lives together while corporations tore the threads apart.
Little ones turned to slaves.
Rich turned to monsters.
Justice turned to stone.
I was just sitting I class listening to our teacher read about Mother Jones. Her words really inspired me to write about the injustice she fought against. I used parts of the quotes she had used to make the rich realize what they were doing.
