Child Labor Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

Gazing upon the bitter field
I saw hollow hope and plenty tears
There are acrid voices my heart hears
In the land that was never tilled
How sorrowful are the trembling fears,
Breaking the dreams of every child,
Digging them to the ways of wild.

I saw the banner of poverty-
Waving, and ruling the days
The children suffered from disgrace,
Living within a poor family
There are sharp thorns of pains they face
You’ll see hardships on their eyes
And no smiles but mournful cries

See them working hard as they could
Give eyes to them- striving on the mines,
Lifting weighty things on the rough lines
See them working to buy some food,
Is there a hope poverty defines?
Through the days with dreadful hearts,
Is there a hope- country imparts?

O, see them working on the street
Doing things that don’t fit for their age
Can they pass through life’s difficult stage?
There are hard obstacles they meet,
Can their weary hands turn on the age
Just once more for education,
Government, what is your action?

Where is the help O government
You have eyes but you don’t clearly see
The ways how they face adversity
Are hope and help only a scent…
Can their injured young bones set on free?
Hear me, knocking to your door
Help them ‘scape the child labor!

Hear the voices of their families
Open your ears for the words they’ll say
In poverty, do you want them to stay,
Can they win over life’s crisis?
They’re the reasons why I’m sad this day,
My dear country, hear their cries
And don’t let child labor rise!