Child Labor

It is dark

I can hear the children playing at the park

I am tired,

but this is required.

This is my life in the factory.

I hear other kids getting beat

for not being at work, and on the street.

Some kids are crying

Others slowly dying

This is my life in the factory.

The food Is stale

This feels like jail

All I smell is smoke,

it makes me choke.

This is my life in the factory.

I see my hands are cracking

Rest is what I'm lacking

Machines are what I touch

but this isn't enough

This is my life in the factory.

I am doing this for the ones I love.

I am not wearing a single glove.

I've been doing this since age four

but I can still take more

This is my life in the factory.

I watch the time go by

It makes me want to cry

Another day is near

Which is something I'll always fear.

This is my life in the factory...