UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD
UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD
Who he is?
And where he was born?
Who gave him birth?
And left him on this cruel Earth?
These questions troubled me...
Why must he work in the hot sun?
Other kids play, while his hands burn.
He too, wish to enjoy and play
He is taking heavy tools for working
With cruel men...
We live like kings and we have no fear
But, he live like a slave and have more fear
Unheard cries, days like night
Such is the life of a child labourer!
