Child Workers a poem of the Progressive Era by Aryan Doshi

 Child Workers

I wanted to run and play,  

But now I work with danger.

I help with my small pay. 

My family needs it all.

I want to go to school. 

That is not an option. 

All of us kids are in the same pool.

Where are the precautions? 

I won’t achieve my goals.

I have no money, no dreams.

My life is down a hole, 

I need to find a new scene.