Author's note: Right now, in social studies we are studying child labor. For an assignment we had to write a poem or piece expressing thoughts about the sweat shops. Here in my back story I will tell of the torturous conditions these people live through. Please read this. It will only take you a minute of your time to learn about what is happening in foreign countries with sweatshops.
Into:
All around the world, in Third World countries, millions of people live in poverty. Many are homeless or live in awful conditions with little clean water and little or no food. Every day to help pay for necessities, they have to work for 16 plus hours in a sweatshop. You may think, these people don't affect me. That is the very opposite.
Look down at what you are wearing. Hollister jeans? American eagle shirt? Moccasins? Nike shoes? Bracelets? Socks? Pretty much everything you are wearing was made in China, Indonesia or somewhere else. Most likely made in a sweatshop.
But, the sweatshops aren't just confined to clothes. Furniture, toys, school supplies, phones, ipods, computers and things you use in your everyday lives were made by a poverty bound person across the sea. Also, you may think,"What is so bad about a sweatshop? It's just where people may products, right?" Sweatshops are ginormous buildings stuffed with hundreds and hundreds of workers. No heat, no air conditioning and most definitely no talking for hours on end. You can't even stop to take a drink of water or to have a snack. If you think you're a victim because you have to wait twenty minutes for food, you need a reality check.
America was built upon the beliefs that everyone is equal before God. How is this equal in people's eyes? Children, men and women all over the world are suffering in poverty, and working in sweat shops just to give America's companies cheap labor. What can we do about this? How can we help stop child labor across seas? They say one person can make a difference. But how does one change the ways of America's oversea businesses? I want to make a difference, but this issue feels way over my head. I just feel as if we can do something..by educating people of how these people are being treated..because of what we have done to let this happen.
Into:
All around the world, in Third World countries, millions of people live in poverty. Many are homeless or live in awful conditions with little clean water and little or no food. Every day to help pay for necessities, they have to work for 16 plus hours in a sweatshop. You may think, these people don't affect me. That is the very opposite.
Look down at what you are wearing. Hollister jeans? American eagle shirt? Moccasins? Nike shoes? Bracelets? Socks? Pretty much everything you are wearing was made in China, Indonesia or somewhere else. Most likely made in a sweatshop.
But, the sweatshops aren't just confined to clothes. Furniture, toys, school supplies, phones, ipods, computers and things you use in your everyday lives were made by a poverty bound person across the sea. Also, you may think,"What is so bad about a sweatshop? It's just where people may products, right?" Sweatshops are ginormous buildings stuffed with hundreds and hundreds of workers. No heat, no air conditioning and most definitely no talking for hours on end. You can't even stop to take a drink of water or to have a snack. If you think you're a victim because you have to wait twenty minutes for food, you need a reality check.
America was built upon the beliefs that everyone is equal before God. How is this equal in people's eyes? Children, men and women all over the world are suffering in poverty, and working in sweat shops just to give America's companies cheap labor. What can we do about this? How can we help stop child labor across seas? They say one person can make a difference. But how does one change the ways of America's oversea businesses? I want to make a difference, but this issue feels way over my head. I just feel as if we can do something..by educating people of how these people are being treated..because of what we have done to let this happen.
Why?
Ashy
Filthy
Desperate
Dreamless
Can’t you?
Hear our voices?
Hear our cries
Echoing
Echoing
Why must you ignore us?
Tears
Falling
Down to the ground
Torn tears
Frayed soul
Crystal drops falling
Misty eyes
Looking up..
Sorrowful eyes
Hopeless dreams
Across the ocean
Our voices carry
Loud
Crying
Pleading
For an escape
To spread our wings
Flowing out…
Flying to freedom
From this darkness
To the clouds.
For our lives.
Pleading
Pleading eyes
Hopeful.
Why?
Why must you not listen?
To our story..
Write us a new chapter..
Clean the glass…
On our perspective
To have a glimpse
To the sun
To feel…
The sensation of
Sunshine’s rays
Down on us
Dark
Dark sky
As our eyes..
Close.
The sun has fallen
We drift away
As a generation
Dead
To the world.
In the morning
Rising.
Rising
UP.
UP.
A bloody sun
Blinding rose..
The loss in the night
The fight of our minds.
The bloodshed of our generation.
Save us another day.
Save.
Fall…..
Why.
Why.
Why.
WHY.
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