I am the child
draped in darkness
Enslaved by a world of richness
I am the child
for a drop of water
a piece of bread
while those who wear
my blood sweat and tears
parade with pride
in their polished shoes
throwing a generous penny
on my bare feet

I am the child
Infested by agony
inlficted by their whip
on my bruised naked flesh
I am the child carrying
No memories of the past
No happiness of the present
nor hope for the future
only a baby sister
deprived of food
living to see
a world full of fortune
derived from her own
blood sweat and tears

Will I remain
Draped under darkness
in a cruel world of Richness?