Cries

Cries

I was out in a sunny day,

It was fun, I was in the way.

But when I entered a shop,

Something was off.

I saw some children sewing clothes,

Them still not earning loads,

Why in shops they are working,

Instead of homeworking?

I bent towards a wall,

I heard sounds of men call,

I heard Cries, I heard pain,

I hope they do not get sprains.

I heard sounds of Cries and beating,

Not fair leading,

If I am a child,

Why do they keep me smiled?