Child Labor

In the woods, I heard some voices
Mourning and crying of the little ones

Pain in the tone
Was trembling my soul
Tears in their eyes
Was etching my eyes

It was hard to resist
So I asked and persisted
What’s causing you to cry like a rain?
They answered, they have lost their childhood

There is a garden full of cherries
But they have to do full time duties
There is no leisure for them
There is no pleasure left for them

I was speechless
And their struggle was endless
They live to earn hardship
And we trade their hardship