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The Words of a Child…

I had no rights

As I sat under a tree on day
A man offered me sweets and
Took me away.

In a cupboard I was locked
It seemed forever the light blocked.

I had to work day and night
We couldn't out up a fight.

I didn't have no food
When the man was in a mood.

Two years went past and I didn't see
Any of my family.

We didn't play and didn't talk
Some children couldn't even walk.

If we were ill, some would die
Then I would cry.

The Police arrived and set us free
So I could go back and sit under
My tree.

Conor MacDonald
Student,Knights Enham JuniorSchool

From the CBU Children's Rights Center

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