Adam Shirley

The Child Is Working Right now

Consume your needs, consume her knees

All for a seasons discounted greed

 

her fingers blistered from needle pricks and beatings

your desire for your fall haul only keep repeating

 

two cents, four cents, seven nights with no gods day

two cents, four cents, a sixteen hour shift on her 11th birthday.

 

 

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    centuries later and your words
    poignantly, reminded me - of both:
    Elizabeth Browning's 'The cry of the children'
    'Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
    Ere the sorrow comes with years?
    They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
    And that cannot stop their tears.'
    ( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-4257 )..
    *and William Blake's 'London'
    'A mark in every face I meet,
    Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

    In every cry of every man,
    In every infant's cry of fear,
    In every voice, in every ban,
    The mind-forged manacles I hear:

    How the chimney-sweeper's cry
    Every blackening church appals,'
    ( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-3087 )
    ...
    *how depressingly, morose
    this modernity - of reality
    we all yearn: to hide from...*
    thanks for sharing, dear empathetic poet



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