Childlabor Stories

Explore how De Beers Group enforces a strict zero-tolerance policy against child labour across its global diamond supply chain. This story highlights the company's commitment to ethical sourcing, community education, and the protection of vulnerable children in mining regions, showing how responsible practices shape the future of the diamond industry.

This poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them? Is she going to stand individual or be a slave to her elderly man like any other women in ancient India Enjoy reading

Snippets I wrote that never evolved into full stories or became a short story. Cover made from canva template:))

Our minds wander, at times poetically and at times philosophically. This is a collection of some of the poetic wandering of my mind. Welcome to, The Labyrinth of my mind.

Living in a futuristic world Melanie Octavia Mers doesn't have it easy as her family is poor and the government doesn't care about the poor.....

"What are you called?" "My name is Alexander." "No.. What are you called." "...Puppy." -- Alexander Steward was 17 when the life he knew came to a complete stop. After defending a strange boy sitting inside the town toy shop, Alex found himself with a new name and a role to play in the shop keeper's carefully crafted family. As he fights the forced change, he meets the four other children of the house and learns there's more to a person than what meets the eye. Everyday is a struggle as Alex fights to keep his spirits up and hopes to escape this hellish doll house with the rest of the children. The question is, will he manage to lead them to safety or will he crack under the firm hand of the household. (Wip)

A young girl, named Lilly Sanders

A QUEST FOR LOVE.... This is the story of three people who wanted love but couldn't get it....It's not about the love affair between two romantic lovers ...but rather about the emotional estrangement between a tired, yet irreplaceable family bond.It is the life of a group of people who forget real life while chasing after money and selfish interests...

A tribute to all the child labours in this country.

The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. She always does all the work asked of her without complaint or question. Nobody sees what's truly inside. Not even her. But one day, she meets a being who does.

As a 9 year old boy, Emir had to work in a mineshaft managed by lunatics. Having his childhood destroyed as a victim of child labour, only hate and rage fabricated his soul. After escaping from the prison with no family nor friends, he vows to not let any child suffer the same fate ever again. Will his volition and methods save the children from the suffering?

Poor young girl

This is a melancholic poem that enunciates my condolences for the helpless child labourers,who still prevail inspite of so many laws against child labor,that are uselessly framed,sure to serve a solace to those innocent buds who are prohibited from blooming... Through this poem,I commiserate and express my empathy for small children who are forced into labour, in an age,when they are supposed to learn and make their dreams,a reality...

We making it out the hood wit dis one

Elisia is a 17 year old girl who's been isolated from the rest of the world for almost her entire life. Living on a low populated island in 1956, her biggest problem should just be worrying about the people involved with the Vietnam War, right? Oh no, no, no. You want to know the biggest worry of a 17 year old on an unknown, secluded island? Demons-simple as that. Blood thirsty, murderous demons that have infested the island. Leading to the decline of a population so small, that only less than 100 out of 500 remain sane and terrified. Not only that, but the island's survival remain in the hands of 8 children and 1 adult. Yeah, this 17 year old should be gosh darn worried. (Originally posted on ao3, but currently on hiatus. I might go back and change it, though.)

child labor is bad

I watch over her. I feel her pain with her. I feel all the many injustices done to her. And I wish I could intervene. I wish I could intervene but ever since my powers became depleted, this is all I can do. The child is away from her true family. And she is in a family that treats her like a thing. Treats her like a tool to be used and a service to be exploited. She keeps all the hurt and the suffering and the hopelessness she feels inside. She's far, far too young to be this hopeless. No-one deserves to be this hopeless. What she doesn't know though is that she is the embodiment of hope itself.

Ever wonder where our little elves come from? Well, Santa has a few secrets. Secrets some kids will be horrified by. In this story we follow a boy named Joey, and the horrible secrets of Santa Clause and his little helpers

Poetry of Poverty