Child Labor

I am on the train...

I'm getting strain...

It is the season of rain...

Someone is to gain...

I had pain...

That no one can get to there brain...

I would like to study...

But I have nobody...

I am in devils custody...

Half dead already...

I have no ability...

To fight with this society...

I think I born to enjoy sadly..

My fate always works bad...

I live among the people of mad...

Why don't I have a chance to live in the presence of glad...

Although they live with my labour...

They don't even treat me with favour...

Anyone is there to stop my tears...

And remove my fears...

I like to learn..

Anyone can cool this burn...

I like to have food...

Anyone is there to take me to the hood...

I am smart...

Anyone is there to identify my art...

Anyone has the calibre...

To stop this CHILD LABOUR...........!