Poem about sweat shops.
The Unkown Shops
What’s behind the closed house?
Little children…
They are like Natives. *1
Treated unfairly.
A sweatshop that’s what it is
It’s a black hole in the middle of space, *2
All these companies
making money by paying less.
Everything expected in a corrupt country.
*1 Simile
*2 Metaphor
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