Cries

Cries

I was out in a sunny day,

It was fun, I was in the way.

But when I entered a shop,

Something was off.

I saw some children sewing clothes,

Them still not earning loads,

Why in shops they are working,

Instead of homeworking?

I bent towards a wall,

I heard sounds of men call,

I heard Cries, I heard pain,

I hope these kids don't get sprains.

I heard sounds of Cries and beating,

Not fair leading,

If I am a child,

Why people want me smiled?

Author's Note

End EXPLOTATION!

Reviews

[Alice Reiht]

This is a powerful poem, Martiya! I'm sorry to hear that child labor is still being enforced in India, and you're right: they need a good education! Your words have a strong message, one that you're delivering greatly!

[Martiya Daman]

I think it is happening everywhere. Not only it is violating rights, it is destroying children's future.

Thanks for your review, Alice!

[Alice Reiht]

Ofc course!

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

I absolutely love this poem, it’s beautifully written. It powerfully portrays a child’s unsettling experience with child labor, expressing confusion, distress, and empathy. The vivid imagery of cries and pain emphasizes the unfair treatment these children face. The line questioning why people want the child to smile in such circumstances is especially thought-provoking. This poem calls for justice, and its emotional impact stays with you long after reading.

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks for your review Efxaris. Written in the constitutions, people protesting such little kids to stop working yet, these little kids have to face these.

They deserve education!

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

I absolutely agree! You know sometimes even though I hate the Greek school system (it is really messed up) I am glad I get to study, those little kids deserve education like you've said!

[Martiya Daman]

Exactly! .