small child works in a sweatshop

ten cents on the hour

more, more, more

greed.

Man

In crisp suit

Capitalism

Convinces him that he deserves

All;

Even if

The cost is a life

Not that he's a killer, but

Lives

May be lost

Not to bloodshed, but

Wasted on this idle work

Small hands pull tiny needles

In and out, threads tied

Sacrifice

Childhood.

**

*grumble* yes, I cheated on the last line…darn restrictions…