Third World Children

I was forced into child labor by my own parents "They" said I had the right to play but what am I doing Carrying timber and coal in exchange of education But how can I survive in this messed up nation? By the time I realized that I was torn of a child's right Trapped in this dimension where the dark eats out the light Working for free, working nonstop, working day and night And everyday living with one thing in my mind When will I eat? When will I drink? When will I be free? To have a roof over the heads of my family Try to make the most of it before your life is done Decide to suicide pull the trigger and the pain is gone But no! We were all born all equal and one Yet I wonder why everyone's different under the same sun And for the privileged to take my rights for fun How would you feel if I took your freedom and run?