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Whose childhood has been snatched away,
Now works hard, day and night,
To earn a meager pay.
Full of tears, beg “help me out!”
Though he is quiet,
His heart silently shouts.
His tears go unseen,
His voice passes unheard,
He begs and he pleads,
But all ignore his words.
The hands, which were meant to study and play,
Are working now,
Laboring all day.
Out his eyes look,
With a dream to be free and fly,
His hands, though bruised,
But his hopes are still high.
Every underprivileged child should be rescued,
The laws relating to their rights need consideration,
To build mightier countries,
And make them stronger nations.