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Those Little Hands

In our land hidden are many
Hands that work hard for a penny
Hands at the loom all day and night
Weaving a mile long carpet bright

Hands forced to work by heartless kicks
Hands hurt by hot tongs and bricks

Hands that are by bonds held tight
Hands wishing their future was all right
Hands polishing hard on every boot
Hands that to the rule of Fate salute.
Hands they are of children who long
To play, and dance to a melodious song

Little hands that crave to write in books
The hands of those with innocent looks.
Hands that silently point it’s a flaw
To take away their rights to read, write and draw.

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Child labor is a curse indeed. The rulers of the country should be ashamed of this when they fight for the chairs they hold so tightly.