I want to tell a story
But its not interesting
Still I have to
As many hopes are resting

For us to understand
The pain they feel
Children they are
Not commodities, for deal

At the age of playing
They are sent to the mill
And are forced to work
Against their will

Not able to move
They are tired to the dead
Still they work
Fatigue tiring them to shreds


Do you not feel
Listening to all this
That instead of pain
They deserve thy bliss

So lets wake up
And take a vow
To find a way out
Which could help somehow

To end thy crime
And help them out
As they are the seeds of future
Which are yet to sprout...