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This is for people who have hard struggles from beginning to end in life. They are very poor, starving, working for big time companies that pay maybe little over a dollar a day in third-world countries. This is what I wrote to try from their perspective. Please comment if you have an opinion on the topic.

Submitted:May 11, 2013    Reads: 32    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   


why must you turn your head away with disgust?

aren't I the result of your kind of injustice?

my body lacks proper nourishment

my eyes reflect the war I battle in this factory

as you turn away from my bleeding hands

the hands that made your 'american dream' products

all of my years sucked out by your greed

spent for you to have money to burn

I will surely die at your feet and the feet of the consumers

wondering 'where did all of humanities sympathy go?

did it leave us because we failed to use it for the right things?

or did it not feel enough of itself

for me and everyone else who suffers?'

I remember begging my god

to shed some light on me with luck

because I cared to live, I have died in these walls

and yet I'm a hush-hush cause

the consumers don't care about my dreams


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