Death In The Orient
Contributed by
liam
on
Saturday, 19th February 2005 @ 09:10:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
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You’re the label to my comfort,
You are foreign…
The air is thick and heavy,
Hanging over exhausted workers,
Like a cloud swelled with a coming rain,
Betrayed by desperation,
You toil…
10 seconds,
Sold with love,
From frail shriveled arms,
You are greeted by labor’s cold hands,
This place is a prison,
Punishing hopes and dreams,
Melting hearts to plastic.
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liam
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2005-02-19 09:10:09] (Date/Time posted on
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