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Unknown sweatshopsUnknown kids
Contributed by
phildel
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Thursday, 5th September 2002 @ 06:40:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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Choking black soot, lines lips,
Skin, clothes,
Sawdust collects in dry throats,
Even amongst the crevices,
Of dry minds, starved of water.
You can just make out the pain
Too worn to rage anymore,
Pain gone stale, numb.
Falling in miniature spirals
Millions of mini-death stars flicker,
Minute in the dim lamp-light,
Waltzing in and out of gaping mouths,
Of faces who struggle on
Not wanting more, but needing far less
Misery, ransomed torture,
Collapsed, heaving on a stench ridden floor,
Some wait for end time,
Others think it doesn't exist,
We can only hope,
Occasionally dream,
It does.
Copyright ©
phildel
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2002-09-05 06:40:35]
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Re: Unknown sweatshopsUnknown kids
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by wolfflow on
Thursday, 9th January 2003 @ 03:38:52 PM AEST
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