A Better Life

A poem inspired by newspaper stories of modern day slavery.

She wears a surgeon’s mask
To graft beneath the glare
Fourteen hours at the task
While passing shoppers stare

Threading eyebrows, buffing nails
It’s hardly a fresh start
Housewives sharing sad tales
Won’t mend her broken heart

A mattress on concrete
Is where she makes her bed
Other's heads at her feet
Twelve cramped inside a shed

Wanting a better life
Borrowing on the chance
She could be Ernie’s wife
But he just wants her to dance

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