SLAVE:

Sore little hands of blistered grime,

Red chapped cheeks slapped by rime,

Your bruised tired eyes betray sad soul,

No crumb, nor crust written in your bowl.

You´re still a babe, yet now so hard at work,

Beaten & chained if you dare sleep or shirk,

Cold & matted, no clothes, no food, no bed,

Just society´s canopy hanging over your head.

The Americas, Asia, Africa & all Europe too,

Progress, votes & elections haven’t saved you,

Centuries gone, forgotten, have flown fast by,

Your unshed tears hidden within your little eye.

The sweat shops, quarries & deep dark mines,

It matters not; they are still all society´s crimes,

To ignore it, to permit it & allow it still to happen,

Yet, we don´t break the mould nor rip the pattern.

Tentative smile upon your tender & quivering lip,

Never tasted clean water, never even one little sip,

No arms to hold you close & to dry your little tears,

No blessed Angels to chase away your very real fears.

Twenty first century & we´re known as modern man,

Slavery ended we´ve been told, that´s the leaders plan,

Yet slaves we still use of the world’s smallest little tots,

Turning our busy heads away, not caring one single jot.