Child Labour
that
silken gown
when pressed hard
against the nostrils
one is assailed by
the sweat of child labour
he is just eleven and not in school
when other children are in school
the poor child labours away at the sweatshops
under the watchful eyes of the masters who wield whips
think, the next time you wear that gown, of child labour.
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