Ashamed Am I

The hand that was meant for toys

Served tea and did the dishes

Barefooted at this tender age

In a dirty vest on his rickety bones

Alas! School dress was not his destiny

His big blank faded eyes

told the story of his lost childhood

the robbed dreams and the deprived happiness

Oh what good is that society for

which trade a child for few pennies

feed on innocence and

prey on the  helplessness and poverty of others

Ashamed am I of that society who

cannot give their children a childhood

Ashamed am I of the sunken humanity

Ashamed am I of the abysmal morality.

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