The Miner's Little Child

The miner's little child stood outside her mine,
Where her father and uncles were working-

She looked at the children with bags on their backs,

And wished she could go to school too.

“Daddy,” said she, when she was summoned to deliver he axes,

“Can’t I go too?” she asked, pointing at them laughing guys.

She wished to visit that place three blocks away,

Go there by day, and return home to hit the hay.

She knew it all couldn’t happen,

For her family’s life was a mess,

Her family couldn’t afford a single meal in their poor nation,

How could they afford the ten year old’s education?

But her young little mind wouldn’t pay no heed,

To her personal desire. And didn’t care for the right or wrong either.

It just stook to its stubborn nature,

Breaking apart her sensibility’s stature.

Countless sleepless nights followed. Her wishes weren’t fulfilled;

The miner’s little girl was her father now.

Her son came up to her, while delivering the axes,

And asked her the very same question.

This cycle continued, newer children took the miner’s little girl’s place,

But the situation and desperation never seemed to end;

Though, in her dreams, the miners’ little children would hope

For a day when all of that would come to an end.