I looked at the label of my sweatshirt,
My mind thought of those in hurt.
Made in Bangladesh,
Don't think about the people there any less.
Four million garment workers,
Can't say I agree with any of this,
The situation is serious,
Slave like conditions for their services,
But who actually cares?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2023 08:59
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