In a realm where innocence should dwell, Investigators uncover a haunting tale they tell, A meatpacking den, where darkness thrives, Child labor weaves a web, where hope barely survives.
In this hidden abyss, little souls are lost, Amidst clanging machines, dreams pay the cost, Their tender hands, calloused and worn, Forced into labor, their rights cruelly torn.
The stench of anguish lingers in the air, While promises of protection remain mere flair, These young hearts, burdened beyond their years, Enduring suffering and pain, too deep for tears.
In the land of opportunity and freedom's gaze, A harsh reality reveals its dismaying ways, Where profits flourish at the expense of hearts, A society veiled by deception plays its cruel parts.
But in the shadows, resilience starts to ignite, A glimmer of hope, like a candle in the night, Advocates unite, voices growing loud and strong, Their fight for justice, the anthem of right against wrong.
Let us not avert our gaze or turn a blind eye, To the horrors unfolding, where children silently cry, Together we must stand, break the chains that bind, For their plight deserves attention, a society refined.
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