Who are they?
Where are they rushing?
Some little bodied souls
Rising before the sun
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wow! ! very nice.....i have written something like this but on war.......it is called ' when the adults go to war'.... read it when time permits
I feel as though I have been Branded again! Sometimes the buy-in to commodity is more weighted than the emaciated body of all of these children... keep Righting them one Peace at a Time.... aroha
Little children, little children, from your mothers arms i take i'll put you in my sweat shops, garments you will make no union to call on, no one to hear your plea you'll just swell my coffers, in this world of insanity!
I felt this was very strong writing becuase the poet identified what for me what I related to as the crucial aspects of the 'problem' - who are they? where are they going? we are dependent upon! how do we undo that dependency? Liitle souls making leather footballs so I can have a kick around in the UK for £2.50.Keep writing
You are absolutely right! Poets must speak out against the injustices of the world. Thank you.
I have read a number of your writings. You act as a poet should act drawing attention to the social evils which exist.You couch your work in well written free form prose. The clarity of your messages unmistakable. I am an old fashioned formalist and prefer my poetry metred and rhymed. I get annoyed by so called posts who merely string words together as they come to mind and call the results poetry when it has neither structure nor message I have enjoyed your writing and will read more as time permits. I can appreciate good writing in any form ivor
Hello again poet friend and another very interesting and thought provoking read. LC
Another social evil which needs to addressed and rooted out post haste. What's more disturbing than what is happening is our indifference to it. As along as people take note and feel empathy, there is hope; if we turn our back, it is dangerous. It is truely a sad commentary that - despite our progress - such evil is even allowed to continue. As along as people take note and feel empathy, there is hope; if we turn our back, it is dangerous. Great ending to the piece. Take care
well written, . strong words...we see childeren working around us all the times, , its really strange
a very strong poem.... it is hard to think that we have all of this stuff that is supposed to make life better, and then there are still kids who have a rough life and have to work hard, dangerous jobs.... when i grow up, i want to be a teacher, there is this organization called the rug mark foundation... they take kids out of factories and put them in school.... i think it is a really neat foundation and i want to be apart of it...... very good poem
the poem clearly brings out your indignation and frusration about children who have to work. i had written poem with same title, but in a different tone.i am all for abolishing child labour and my heart too goes out for them, who have lost out on childhood. if we can bring about social awareness through our writings, perhaps some concrete solutions can be found, till then what?
A thought-provoking work Abha. It's a shame that child labour is still rife throughout the world in this day and age. A very well written piece. Andrew
it's indeed a very good idea to write a poem on topics which need attention...you are doing a great job...and i personally feel that messages can be delivered to the world in a better way and thats through poetry...not only because they enjoy reading but also because when they read it they can feel the emotion it conveys...This poem is an eye opener really...keep it up Abha! !
The opressive exploitation of children, in the work-field, is nefarious, if not outright ineffable! Your direct & precisioned stance & delivery is spot-on, and penned with poetic polish! Excellent Write...Enjoyable Read....And, Y O U, young lady, are a nascent breath of fresh, young poetic air...Keep that Pen Pumpin'! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
abha...here's mine on child labour: childhood crushed in stone-crushers ornate tender palms of cutting glass stone studded bangles dipped in child’s blood blunted innocent fingers draping the world in silks several buds of life blown off in fire-works naive brawls at the dump yards learn while you earn this whole world is the highest seat of learning established especially for you there’s no admission fee… 09aug07,13.20hrs
'A poet and his heart Can never rest or sleep...' your positive thinking never rests, aabha. strong expressions.
Your design is very positive. Child labour and child abuse are problems as serious as environmental issues.
Let us hope that we can break the brutality. Well put sentiment. F
Yes i fully agree with the sentiments of the poem but alternative solutions have to be found to enable these families to function independantly. Bravo Abha.
true concern about cherubs................