Tiny hands working to feed
Belonging to kids, who can barely read
Slaving, when supposed to be playing,
Bleeding, when supposed to be dreaming
Cursed to be born poor
Education just a myth and lure
Risking lives, over deadly fumes
Places of pens, being taken by brooms
Months at end they work to make
The few hours of pleasure that crackers take.
Limbs and lives lost
At such a feeble cost
Every time you light a cracker
You make a poor child’s life darker
So help save a childhood
Let a child have a future, like it should.
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