Saturday, April 16, 2016

Sonnet for Majority World Children

This is for the struggling, lonely masses
  Hold the world by its gauzy wings and smile
  Delight in the turning, churning chassis
  They labor, so we go through the turnstile
What does it mean a child do deadly work?
  To die for the sake of mass producing
  Walmart’s sales racks of cheap, five-dollar shirts?
  To save, save, save—is all our mere choosing!
Thailand:  brothels of prepubescent girls
  New York to San Fran want their weight in gold
  Sex tours for horny U.S. and Euro trolls
  Nations want firm flesh to be bought or sold
Eat the meat of silent children and sigh
  Not yours, you think, don’t even care, or try

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