Greed
Get back to work child.
There’s no time to rest your weary fingers.
These clothes must be made child.
the cloth cannot linger.
Get back to sewing child.
Flashy, stylish, fun.
put in your blood, sweat, and life child.
The work’s never done.
Get the needle threading child.
America’s waiting for the new trend.
Don’t whine about the heat child.
I’ll never better the conditions, it won’t end.
Don’t give me any lip child,
or I’ll take your mother’s pay.
She needs your work to keep her job child.
I won’t have it any other way.
“I won’t!” says the child.
“smack” says the hand to the child’s face.
“stop” says the mother.
The mother is taken away.
She is brutally raped as punishment.
Enjoy your clothes















Comments
Powerfully worded,
especially those last three words.
Wonderful job.
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Fuck the Faux.
"My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."-Wilfred Owen
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Please take this
And run far away
Far away from me.
I am Tainted
The two of us
Were never meant to be
All these Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me
NIN
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~-When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought-~
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pants are stupid
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