Poem -

Child Labour

I wake up in the morning and go to school

Oh no! This is not my life

My life is what employment rules

I work as a peon

Unlike others living in their tunes

Yes I get my wages

Not allowed to waste on pages

I don’t use pencil of lead

I nurture my family with money instead

Education isn’t my destiny

No math, no history, no botany

Yes I am a child labour which no one really favor

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