Best Sweatshops Poems

This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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We’re complaining about life and throwing food away,
But there’s nearly 800 million people going hungry in the world today.
Over 150 million children involved in child labour worldwide,
And Innocent people are being killed right now due to genocide.
More than 80 million working in hazardous conditions,
While women...

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Love to the USA
Sweatshops in Haiti
Twenty machines in row
Sewing T- shirts that say
I LOVE the USA 




12:23 noon   7/ 6/ 2013
granddaughter brings home from 4th July parade bobbles, candy & t-shirt made in Haiti saying
 I love USA. That was the Olympics as...

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Our Smoldering Factory Town
free trade, a brick around
It’s gurgling, swollen neck. Surrounding
gray quiet smolder, evokes, 
Once thriving factory smoke
A Crumbling horoscope
once paid it's worker's, soaked
in quiet desperation.
We are it's rusty antiques
sinking ships on outsourced seas
a swollen, bailout casualty
a fallow field, a dustbowl breeze
While children sew...

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Flames lick the sole of my foot
Immersions of melting soot
Reagents are called and are few
Engaging sweatshops of New
The intensifying heat
Can only touch darkness seeps
Three in a day they say
Unbound walking around gay
The fire raged in intense anger
A blue ignited inside the framer
And a fire begins...

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The smell
What is that smell? Can’t you tell,
It’s just some tory twit,
Crawling up to the masters well,
To see if he can fit,

They whinge an whine about the time,
When we all worked for naught,
Unions got us money fine,
But then, greed for cheap was thought,

So the rich...

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One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
It is outrageously obscene when once you know
half the global populace earns two bucks a day. 

Due to lack of healthcare; they have no way to pay;
ten-thousand people every day will die, although
one-eighty billion dollars one man has,...

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JUSTICE

They stare out at us unsmiling
from tintypes of the first photographs,
from the tea-colored pictures 
of thin, ragged immigrants, huddled 
in cold bare rooms in tenements,
children clinging, dazed and frightened, 
their paltry belongings tied in scarves.
They look out from pictures of dreary pioneers, 
in front of...

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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,...

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11/9/21


If I crossed the line
Then I apologize
Almost lost my mind
A lot of times

Mental and physical battles being fought
Still lost
Smoking pot
And drinking lots
Another day and night went by, I forgot
What I wrote and did before the lights went off
(Knock, knock, knock) 
Get yo' ass up, I...

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Use me as an example.
Floating on sea's of vanishing waters ,
soaked up by those who care not for the amount of pollution tossed in to it.
It's importance ignored for profit.

Use me as a sponge soaking up oil polluted lake's,
saving aquatic wildlife from suffocating slowly.
A diamond...

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60% of the world wealth
is owned by Billionaires
Which leaves 
the rest of the world

To function on 
forty percent 
of the world's wealth,
"getting a rich man into heaven"

Is like trying to get
a camel through
the eye of a needle
because with wealth

Gods expectation grows
your job is to take...

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The head of a gargoyle
    rests in one hand
  the scent of olive oil
    aloft in the wind

  While elves make mischief
    in sweatshops subterranean
  guilt storms man's conscience
    'gainst...

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My people are shipwrecks,
they have faces long crushed by tanks.
Many are landlocked,
a few were too oceanic
they got broken by dry-docked hearts.
Most were blitzed by smokescreens.

The trees and industrial units
are so tightly packed,
that snow can only fall
in thin shafts of squeezed daylight.
You can get silenced or...

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(Medley: My Countries 'Tis O Thee)

My countries misery
          creeps and all losers be
                    of thee, I cringe
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