Best Sweatshop Poems

She was only three years old
When she was sold, forced to   
Enter a world of slavery, 
Amongst other children laboring,
To glue on buttons...

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Working for peanuts,
Peta was sewing,
knowing her garments
would grace Princess Grace

Working, still smiling,
the dollars weren't piling
up in her piggy bank
down at the bank

Working for peanuts,
but she...

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We open at 5 and close at sunset 
I expect a lot of production, I provide water and towels for sweat 
A complimentary lunch that...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor...

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We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the...

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An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

By Elton Camp

We hear much about invasion from Mexico
But the U.S. northern border is the way to go
Aliens can, and...

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Exhausted 
My blank expression 
Matches the morning.

Waiting
I stare straight ahead 
Watching rain  
Merge into silvery drops
Before beginning their slippery descent
Down the length of
My windshield.

Turning...

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Back in '63,
I remember vividly,
only 6 years old,
and watching our
black and white tv,
showing Lee Harvey Oswald
being escorted down the hall,
handcuffed and under arrest,
when out of...

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Why Not to Have That Hamburger

By Elton Camp

Of course I like the taste of hamburger just fine
But in here, to explain why to avoid it,...

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The world needs leaders, that it can respect,
lying to people builds distrust,
granted people can and do make up false beliefs,
conspiracy theories, 

The Russian people turned...

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Six decades after the slavers were gone
Came along the dragon
With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop
And heat for a sweatshop
Politicians shake hands...

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Once upon a time...a female aquaintance asked me if I could write a piece that 
represented a fairytale, idealised-type view of romance from a female...

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An Occurrence in New York at 4.45 pm on March 25th, 1911

True faith, liberty, the flag,  our holy soil!
Is it the cause that grants...

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As if there were a tightrope on which we walk
a perilous pathway strung down the middle of our lives
balanced by a blindfold
each footstep to be...

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The End Times

A locomotive train chugs remote wails,
The tempest brews a calamitous stunt,
Falls of exiting steam, moist teary...

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