A Poem in the Perspective of a Child During the Progressive Era By Dev Thaker

A Poem in the Perspective of a Child During the Progressive Era 

By: Dev Thaker 

A hurting and exploitive life, 

Makes us always think of our afterlife. 

We were forced to do a labor job, 

Only but we knew that we were getting robbed. 

We would get home at the end of the day, 

Already knowing that we can never play. 

Dinner was always bread and soup, 

How can we recoup? 

We would go back to work in the morning, 

Already knowing that there’s a warning. 

Our bodies are about break, 

How do I get it straight? 

A hurting and exploitive life.