HANDS AT WORK
Scarred hands powdered in dirt...
Limbs worn from travel
Eyes fixated on an imaginary dream.
Collectivism has placed me in a compromising position,
I have been abandoned by my own society,
Forced to sell my $20 body,
Forced into agriculture and mining...
Where's Mister Education and Salvation?
A Product of child labor,
A Result of Isolation,
A Fiend for Survival...
As my distant brother in Cambodia works his bones to shreds (harvesting rice),
As my fellow sister in the outskirts of Bombay watches her body disintegrate,
My innocence continues to shred...
10 years old and forced into adulthood.
Photo credits:
Photo 1: www.knowchildlabor.org
Photo 2: www.beps.net
Photo 3: http://www.hindu.com/
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