So when I was in 7th grade (I was eleven or twelve) my class did an enduring understanding unit on child labor. And I wrote this poem. I just found it tonight, and I realized for the first time that kids, even the older ones, have such pure hearts. Tell me, do you think an eleven or twelve year old wrote this?
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Children have man rights, though many don't get them,
Some don't get any water or food or a loving best friend.
They don't have a home, the best being a shack,
Barely having wearable clothes for their cold, bare backs.
Others go to war at a very young age,
The lies and the manipulation surrounding them like a cage.
Most thought guns were cool, even five year olds,
Until realization hits, and the truth unfolds.
For us some don't care if we get to school late,
While others though education wasn't their fate.
They never sense the great wonders of reading a book,
All the girls know is how to be a great cook.
But yet, there are some children that are strong and brave,
Perseverance that rewards them with the justice they crave.
People like Iqbal that will never try and then give up,
Fight for the rights of children, that are treated like a kicked pup.
One day, maybe the world will be free of these problems,
Instead of people ignoring them, people will try to solve them.
No children at war against other countries including their own,
Living in peace, never having to ever again cry or moan.
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Poems from the Heart
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems ranging from bullying to love and everything in between. It's been my goal to let my words shake the world; I hope you enjoy this as much as I have writing it.
