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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...
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
**Soulful Cry**
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...
In context to CHILD LABOR
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
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