Labyrinth of my mind.

Child labour

Dirt clinging on the faces
Clothes tattered in a million places
The innocence still shinning
Though, they don't have time for whining

Walking bare footed on the asphalt
Cleaning floors for a packet of salt
Trudging places high and slippery
Caught in the horrific system of bribery

Loading coals on trains
Collecting trash from the dustbins
Getting beaten for human mistakes
Still working shamelessly, for it's their own food at stake

Ranging from ages of eight to above
Dealing with everything without any love
Suppressing their desires to study and move on
After all, who do they have to stop and lean on?

They are yelled at, beaten and brought down
Insulted, used and abused and tossed around
Burnt at some houses, at some starved
Spirits broken till their helplessness is carved.

Why can't we stand for them?
Why are they forced to slave then?
When will they be safe again?
Away from their daily doses of pain...