Child Labor

When I see my friends with uniforms on,
I feel like my beautiful life is gone.
Starting from morning to night,
I've a schedule busy and tight.

I escaped my village lying,
Only to work like a robot and dying.
Yet nobody here understands my pain,
Only I know I've nothing to gain.

Children my age make fun of me,
I've to work only to complete my SEE.
I realize I'm a poor child labor,
Who have to work for monetary favor.

I want to earn before I learn,
Freedom is what I crave rather than being a slave.
But I know my wants are valueless here,
You too can't do anything while reading this there.

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