(Medley: My Countries 'Tis O Thee)
My countries misery
creeps and all losers be
of thee, I cringe
And where our fathers lied
and pilgrims took their hide
numb every mouth inside
... with the syringe
The natives can't be free
and nobody can flee
my aim right on
Guided by box of tricks
white hoods all pedophiles
shot with their fractured ribs
high caliber
Sweat oozing felonies
corrupt authorities
asylums for
Their morals run away
regret that either take
sweatshops where riots break
noose round swan song
And where our fathers lied
and pilgrims took their hide
numb every mouth inside
... with the syringe.
Categories:
sweatshops, america, analogy, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Political Verse
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 backdrops Notre Damian
Categories:
sweatshops, art, dark, religion, sin,
Form: Rhyme
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, they say.
While one percent dine happily and put away
three-thousand dollar bottles of the best Bordeaux;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
The underpaid, poor women, who have no gateway
to education; stuck in sweatshops, they just sew.
One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
"We can't afford the taxes" all the rich; they bray
they lobby, legislate to keep it all, and so
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Humans have capacity; to this all allay
it's twenty twenty-four for pity's sake, yet lo;
one-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Categories:
sweatshops, discrimination,
Form: Villanelle
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.
Categories:
sweatshops, abuse, africa, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
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 eating fire
All is consumed volted wire
Count its worth when the smoke sees
Tender grass puts forth its leaves
Categories:
sweatshops, earth,
Form: Sonnet
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 Hoggy went offshore,
Sweatshops in Asia still,
Greedy piggy he wants more,
Exploit the poor he will,
A hundred thousand workers came,
Cheap labor in our land,
Get em cheap, overseas the same,
The poor are in demand,
So vote for your master,
The one who despises you ,
Cheap labor for-ever after,
Till eternity does spew…
Don:}
Categories:
sweatshops, adventure,
Form: Ballad
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 well as a lot of things .
Categories:
sweatshops, irony,
Form: Tanka
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 in the ruff covered by the glam of fashion,
forgetting the slave trade's used to harness it.
Clothing line's forgotten due to the sweatshops used to give it it's fame.
A fair exchange ends up not quite the same.
It's never what you meant when it's time to explain.
When it come's time to change.
The growth of tree's important for me to breath,
cut down for me to use breaths expressing thoughts seen by me or expressed unto me.
Killing off nature selfishly,
for materialism unable to be taken by me from this earth when I leave.
Categories:
sweatshops, natureme, me, time,
Form: I do not know?
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 our sneakers
In bananna sweatshops, cheaper
hands can make, children's fate
wont matter, they'll dig deeper.
Categories:
sweatshops, political,
Form: Rhyme