Of Needle and Red

Of Needle and Red

A Poem by Bubo
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Where are you buying your Christmas presents this year?

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218 million child labourers in the world

1 in 7 children around the world are child labourers

Families in poverty cannot afford to send their children to school

children grow up without basic skills and education

Every year 22,000 children die in work related accidents

Children trafficked into one form of labour may be later sold into another, as with girls from rural Nepal, who are recruited to work in carpet factories but are then trafficked into the sex industry over the border in India.


Where are you buying your Christmas presents this year?


Of Needle and Red



Father Christmas screamed

What the f*****g hell do you think you're doing?”

elves gawped up in fright

bones shivering muscles tight

knuckles ground into white

concentrate

create,create,create

in, out, in, out, in, out........

years of hundred weight betrayal


Eyes trapped in sorrow

slaughtered fingertips blossom

while delicate minds

weave weave weave

collapsing dreams leave

pressed into unyielding cloth

sewing steadily as sun dies

cold moon brays indignation

suffering of a mighty nation

in this no win situation


Father Christmas stomps

his jowl swinging in pomp

grunting woeful utterings

as little hearts plummet

shadows cling to walls

stomach rumbles, nature calls

never dare raise a voice

or have a tiny thought

as bitter looms stress

nimble fingers with needles bleed

for greed

work was work was work

many hungry mouths to feed

a family, but no flowering seeds

older elves dispersed, some time ago

sold they heard, a virgin worth her salt

moved on, all used up

what a way to go


Unable to greet words

what is their worth

in this unforgiving, forgotten world

Push the needle in, out, in, out

shed not a tear, utter not a sound,

in, out, in, out, in,,out

not a frown as faces remain blank

mummy had no wedding dress

forget the Sunday bloody best

clumsiness, drowsiness, idleness,

were options repressed

                                valueless

aching for a moment of tenderness

from life of permanent dread

tired loom folds

while he scolds

and elves souless

journey to the inevitable end.


Breath of his exasperation

sweat of his aggravation

It had to be ready

had to be streets ahead

word to the wise

time to capitalize

on his appetising carpet

of needle and red

stock stock stock

ticking of the clock

at this rate he'd never get to bed.


He raised his fist in rage and screamed...............

What the f*****g hell do you think you're doing?”










© 2010 Bubo



Author's Note

Bubo
The facts speak for themselves. We call ourselves a humane society.......who are we fooling?

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it's ugly....your shoes, shirts, beads, FLAGS are being made by little children in unsafe places, in filthy living conditions and under severe mental and physical duress. I was almost arrested in China when I happened on one of these places on vacation. I began shouting and became so....outraged that I had no control over myself. If not for a friend dragging me back to our hotel kicking and screaming....I'd probably be sitting in a cell right now. I've also seen some of those young kids being 'recruited' in Africa for 'sensual arts' jobs. It's disgusting. Damn those in this world who believe it is okay! Damn them!

Great write. Reality bites hard!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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you are a mine field of profound engaging talent, i think, such a provokative, clever prose, thanks Bubo.

Posted 8 Months Ago


very poignant write, so beautifully expressed. The imagery is painted so vividly

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is brilliant! I stumbled upon this and as I've been researching this issue a lot lately was really touched by it. Such a brilliant angle to take, hitting at our capitalist slave trade driven society with Santa as the ultimate antagonist. I love it! This is as heartbreaking as it should be. Needle in Red...excellent! Very good work!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Your words are raw and you've shot directly to the point! Love the write, thank you for sharing this poem indeed:))

Posted 1 Year Ago


Brilliant, as a child -as a pensioner, a person is totally at the mercy of adults, it is the teens and the years leading up to pension age, that you can fight your own corner, and try to change things, human greed causes human misery, I despise people who abuse the very young especially in the sweat shops abroad, they will get their just deserts these greedy shallow lowlife self centered pigs, well done Bubo thankyou for airing this tragic inhumane practice, will it ever stop? I doubt it. a great read thankyou from Moonbeam.



Posted 1 Year Ago


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ah this was not what I was expecting when I clicked ha - this is a strong empowered write - excellently written for sure - the splashes of red so impacting and strong - descriptions harsh but true - "a virgin worth her salt
moved on, all used up
what a way to go" - such a harsh world out there - children forced into labour etc - a very intense well written write!

Posted 2 Years Ago


WOW. Intense and vivid. It reminds me that we should all know where we get our things! People really don't understand unless they see it for themselves. I'm glad that you shared this piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Excellently written True emotions in this piece and the tragic truth brought to light well done

Posted 2 Years Ago


Great write! I have seen videos on you-tube with young Chinese people saying stop buying our products because they are starving us and treating us poorly. Thank you for the reminder!

Posted 2 Years Ago


I wonder sometimes? And the world, just keeps on turning.

Posted 2 Years Ago



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