I am the child who goes to bed without food
I am the child who goes to work without salary,
I am the child who is abused everyday
With little or no available law protecting me.
I am the child who dies every day a million death
Through poverty, discrimination, despair and hunger.
I am the child who is raped on the street corner,
I am the child who contracts diseases from my torture masters.

I am the child who gets you the nice carpet,
On which your pet Tobby is resting by the cozy fire.
I am the child who makes the T-shirt
That your partner admires!
I am the child who stitches those jeans
That attracts your suitors.
I am the child who makes those sports gears
And you make millions using them.

I am the child who is tortured to serve my omnipresent master,
I am the child who is made into suicide bomber.
I am the child who can be exploited for your sexual desires,
I am the child who is made a child soldier.
I am the child who can be tortured at your sweet will,
I am the child who fuels your brick kilns.
I am the child who powers your garment factories
I am the child who is pivotal beyond your economic power,
But again I am the child who is squashed under you speeding car tire.
I am the child for whom you stage national protest
For saving my childhood,
Yet I am the child who warms your bed of desires and perversions.

I am the child for which you voice your concern,
Yet I am the child inflicted with most harm.
I am the child that fuels the accounts of your NGO firms,
Yet I am the child who does not have any clothes
To cover my tiny exposed body from heat, cold or rain,
Or to cover myself from your evil eyes of desires and prejudices.
I am the child whom you tried to exterminate,
But I am the child that has survived the test of time and torture.
I am the child whom you killed many times,
But I am the child who was born a million times. 

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