Chained life

Chains skimming across the ground

metal scraping skin

feet drag across the mud

dirt covers our faces

starvation sets in

I consider the people around me my family

we are forced to work the mines

forever together

never to escape

just mining until we die

the sound of metal on rock

cries from little children

their hands bloody

their feet wrapped in rags

old men and women work along with us

their hands shaking

scars along their faces

left to die working in the mines