Blue, green, red, golden
Mottled colours
I made your rockets, chocolates
Your electric-sparklers
Your child's visage
Reveals my age
But your child's mind
Doesn't bind
My revelations of God's rage
My value of my daily wage
When your purchased colors
Painted your skies
Mine faded forever
Did you hear my cries?
Or just bangs and blasts?
So for you bright lights,
Variegated colours
For me pitch blackness,
To live life's hours
This is another one from my angry teens.The fireworks industry in Sivakasi, India employed thousands of child workers and many of them got injured and blinded while working with the hazardous materials, which also shortened their lives. The situation is supposedly much better today with NGO campaigns and government action,even though it seems some units still employ children especially during summer vacations.
Mottled colours
I made your rockets, chocolates
Your electric-sparklers
Your child's visage
Reveals my age
But your child's mind
Doesn't bind
My revelations of God's rage
My value of my daily wage
When your purchased colors
Painted your skies
Mine faded forever
Did you hear my cries?
Or just bangs and blasts?
So for you bright lights,
Variegated colours
For me pitch blackness,
To live life's hours
This is another one from my angry teens.The fireworks industry in Sivakasi, India employed thousands of child workers and many of them got injured and blinded while working with the hazardous materials, which also shortened their lives. The situation is supposedly much better today with NGO campaigns and government action,even though it seems some units still employ children especially during summer vacations.
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