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Skinny body Thin fingers Sitting on a little stool Working all day Weaving all night Until he ran All the way to America The fight wasn't done yet Rode back to Pakistan Spoke one last time Before he was shot A resounding gun shot Killing a boy Trying to save other Skinny bodies That had to weave With thin fingers
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Iqbal
Skinny body Thin fingers Sitting on a little stool Working all day Weaving all night Until he ran All the way to America The fight wasn't done yet Rode back to Pakistan Spoke one last time Before he was shot A resounding gun shot Killing a boy Trying to save other Skinny bodies That had to weave With thin fingers
This is about Iqbal Masih who fought against abusive child labor until he died when he was 12. R.I.P
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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