Discovered in the hinterland, Deep within the Chinese state, Children toiling night and day, Captured slaves behind a gate. In poverty they’d languished years, No food to eat, no clothes to wear; Lured by men who promised jobs, Enslaving them within their lair. Discovered there by accident, Emaciated skeletons; Lifting stones at twice their weight, Their muscles melt to gelatin. Kept in line with whips and chains By men of greed and morals lax; Thirsting in oppressive heat, Profits turned on little backs. Seasoned men of turpitude Welling with antipathy; Desecrate the innocent, Barren souls sans empathy. Humanity is at its core The good, the bad, the sum of all; The creed of greed to which we cede - We further rise when others fall.