Sweathshops and shit

Designer clothes

And shoes on my feet

Never having to worry

About making ends meet

Food on my plate

Three times a day

What I don’t eat

I can just throw away

Private Education

A car of my own

A coat for the cold

A new cell phone

Air conditioned house

A warm bed at night

A high tech computer

It just doesn’t feel right

What about the kid

Who works the sweatshop all day?

Who made my designer clothes?

Who doesn’t get paid?

Over 100 degree temperatures

Twelve hours a day

Only one drink of water


We live lives of Royalty

Compared to their pain

We have more than we need

And still we complain!

Yes, this is sad

And yes, this is true

So I’ve got just one question

What are YOU going to do?

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