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Child Abuse
Wales 980 BC, Sierra Leone, Congo,Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines Chapped scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight; stars glow radiant light, wolf howl midnight. Insects stir, skin scratch, tangled hair amass naked ,as born, rise; the bore hole calls, days task. Cracked like a seagulls eggs, the cave’s opening calls. The gold-red-green copper metal's worth all, child moles, mother moles, dwarfs small, crawl; between the crevasse in the knocker's wall. Three hand spans wide, a mere two foot tall; oil burns in claywells, soot coats on dirty faces, through rankness they squirm, hands on bone awls; naked children, and women mine in these places for raw metal to make the weapons of man. In before dawn, baskets full, haul, out at dusk, no sun at all.... melt the metal, make, maul, for the warriors, our defense, hunger gnaws, this makes no sense…. Grease fills the air beyond despair, stench fills each venous vein; contorted forms, of those small, helpless, born, fills the shunt with continual pain. From the dawn of time, this drama's had play, one hundred and fifty eight million children; slaves today. Women and children sacrificed so men can get paid. *sorry topic deserves more than 16 lines
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