A video exploring the conditions of child workers in a brick factory and the obstacles this creates to their education and development.
This video was produced entirely by young Cambodian volunteer reporters.
Video courtesy of Support Children and Young People [SCY]
Views: 2889
Comments (21) |
1. 29-11-2007 17:46
BRICK STACKING
He is all shyness
And innocence
With shaggy black hair
His dark eyes avoiding
Filled with quiet despair
Walking with the others
Down a long dirt road
No bats are balls
Not even a roller skate
Their laughter small
Not yet wide awake
They go day after day
Not off to school
It's not allowed
They can't participate
Where lessons are learned
And sports are played
For they're off to work
At the brick factory
Where hundreds do toil
Lured there by poverty
Working little men
Punished if slacking
With hands so small
Skin torn and scarring
Bound for life
To the brick stacking
In Cambodia
And he will ask
Oh, someone
Will you be devine
Could you possibly exist
Outside my mind
As I stack my brick
Will somone please care
As I take my steps
Will someone be there
To save me
Through this childs
Little fingertips
His exquisite touch
Of gentleness
He has come forth
In splendidness
To blossom with
Pure intelligence
For he should be
A child adored
The essence of humanity
Now borne, unknown
In a world of depravity
And with his hand
Bleeding and raw
He strives hard
To carry each brick
For the wealthy that live
In the distant far
To build their foundation
A fortress strong
And for his labor
Only pennies are paid
He struggles for his family
He needs to protect
So that they won't starve
Or ever beg
Day after day
His whole life long
He begins to erect
Inside his mind
His own pyramid
In Cambodia
And he will ask
Oh, someone
Will you be mine
Could you possibly be
Someone to find
As I stack my brick
Will someone please share
As I walk this path
Will someone be fair
To honor me
Cee Boh Ling
c. 11/07
He is all shyness
And innocence
With shaggy black hair
His dark eyes avoiding
Filled with quiet despair
Walking with the others
Down a long dirt road
No bats are balls
Not even a roller skate
Their laughter small
Not yet wide awake
They go day after day
Not off to school
It's not allowed
They can't participate
Where lessons are learned
And sports are played
For they're off to work
At the brick factory
Where hundreds do toil
Lured there by poverty
Working little men
Punished if slacking
With hands so small
Skin torn and scarring
Bound for life
To the brick stacking
In Cambodia
And he will ask
Oh, someone
Will you be devine
Could you possibly exist
Outside my mind
As I stack my brick
Will somone please care
As I take my steps
Will someone be there
To save me
Through this childs
Little fingertips
His exquisite touch
Of gentleness
He has come forth
In splendidness
To blossom with
Pure intelligence
For he should be
A child adored
The essence of humanity
Now borne, unknown
In a world of depravity
And with his hand
Bleeding and raw
He strives hard
To carry each brick
For the wealthy that live
In the distant far
To build their foundation
A fortress strong
And for his labor
Only pennies are paid
He struggles for his family
He needs to protect
So that they won't starve
Or ever beg
Day after day
His whole life long
He begins to erect
Inside his mind
His own pyramid
In Cambodia
And he will ask
Oh, someone
Will you be mine
Could you possibly be
Someone to find
As I stack my brick
Will someone please share
As I walk this path
Will someone be fair
To honor me
Cee Boh Ling
c. 11/07
2. 30-11-2007 11:44
This is so sad. I hope that we will soon end this.
3. 30-11-2007 15:18
Very good poem and the video is very good to inspire or sadin ppl but along with the poem its a good visual!
Good work and keep writing!
Good work and keep writing!
4. 01-12-2007 07:56
This is a tragic thing.. All chilgren should be afforded the proper education and the chance to just be kids... Something has to be done about this...I am truly outraged at this....
5. 01-12-2007 08:02
A single voice, its echo meets two slumbering voices.
Three strong voices cries loudly, and awakes other sleeping
tones of voices.
Cooperating human whispers, will eventually become a roar
A howl that silences the hunger of power and the proclaiming of war
©Margareth Osju Arverud.// Översättning /Translate: Anette© Broström
Contact
www.margarethosju.com
Three strong voices cries loudly, and awakes other sleeping
tones of voices.
Cooperating human whispers, will eventually become a roar
A howl that silences the hunger of power and the proclaiming of war
©Margareth Osju Arverud.// Översättning /Translate: Anette© Broström
Contact
www.margarethosju.com
6. 01-12-2007 08:07
This is so sad. Unfortunately, child labor is happening all over the world. All children should have a chance to love & enjoy their life as a child.
7. 01-12-2007 08:31
My first attempt to post did not work, so here I am again.
All children should be free to be children, not made to work for little or no money. All children deserve medical care and education and be allowed to grow into adults who will make our world a better place.
All children should be free to be children, not made to work for little or no money. All children deserve medical care and education and be allowed to grow into adults who will make our world a better place.
8. 01-12-2007 08:43
The poor kids. I wish I could take one home with me and let them be a kid.
9. 01-12-2007 09:19
It is sad that children are forced to work at such a young age and that their opinion of themselves depends on how hard they work. It is not right. I appreciate the people that took the videos so that people around the world could really see what's going on. That is the only way we see these things. I will lift up these children in prayer.
10. 01-12-2007 09:19
this is very tragic . . .A video exploring the conditions of child workers in a brick factory and the obstacles this creates to their education and development.
This video was produced entirely by young Cambodian volunteer reporters.
Video courtesy of Support Children and Young People [SCY]
Views: 2889
Comments (21) |
11. 01-12-2007 10:22
Artsy, I can see how this would impact you so much but what I'd like to say is that it is happening right here in our own country. Child abuse of every kind and the worst human failure of ours is Darfur. Children die by the hundreds for lack of food and medicine. Baby boys are killed by having their private parts cut off. This has been going on since 2002 and NO ONE IS DOING ANYTHING.
WE NEED TO BOYCOT ANYTHING FROM CHINA BECAUSE THEY ARE ALLOWING THIS ALL TO HAPPEN FOR WHAT, OIL, YES OIL it always comes down to money and for that millions have been killed and yet no one cries for the dead babies and the raped Mothers who cry over their dead husband's bodies. We all need to talk about it, NOT AGAIN, isn't working, DARFUR is happening and won't stop till we all say NO MORE KILLING.
11/30/2007 3:12:09 PM
WE NEED TO BOYCOT ANYTHING FROM CHINA BECAUSE THEY ARE ALLOWING THIS ALL TO HAPPEN FOR WHAT, OIL, YES OIL it always comes down to money and for that millions have been killed and yet no one cries for the dead babies and the raped Mothers who cry over their dead husband's bodies. We all need to talk about it, NOT AGAIN, isn't working, DARFUR is happening and won't stop till we all say NO MORE KILLING.
11/30/2007 3:12:09 PM
12. 01-12-2007 10:57
This is so very sad.. you see things like this taking place and you know that they are, but yet people here still compalin about having to work at all.. people sometimes tend to expect to be taken care of and not have to work, yet here are children .. children the ages of my own children having to do hard work.. Things like these just go to show how thankful we all should be for everything we have even if it's not much.
13. 01-12-2007 12:33
We think we are helpless to intervene in this type of thing. In reality in changing our consumer habits we are able to change regional poverty.
Be aware of where each and every purchase you make. Who are you supporting and what is that person or companies role in the community in which they operate.
These kids are exploited due to the ignorance of all, not just those that enslave them.
Be aware of where each and every purchase you make. Who are you supporting and what is that person or companies role in the community in which they operate.
These kids are exploited due to the ignorance of all, not just those that enslave them.
14. 01-12-2007 13:28
THIS IS REALLY SAD THAT THOSE POOR LITTLE KIDS HAVE TO WORK AND GET TREATED LIKE THIS. THEY NEED TO END CHILD LABOR ASAP.
15. 01-12-2007 15:42
This is truly tragic, thank you for bringing this to light.
God bless all the children.
God bless all the children.
16. 01-12-2007 19:17
These poor children as well as the children in Darfur and other places where they are treated as nothing but 'worker bees' with little value is wrong. We have to take a strong stand - through our purchases, through our voices, through our pens, through sharing the information. Thank you for doing your part. Your poem is powerful yet beautiful and poignant. The video is heartbreaking with it's sadness and resignation.
17. 03-12-2007 07:26
She offered me to post one of my best poems that would fit into this situation. After watching the Cambodian Child Labor movie, it devastated me. Considering I have friends who used to live there as a child, even thinking about that, kills me.
Here is the poem, I had made in the past time, and I hope this creates encouragement to help these children in Cambodia.
Decisions
If we had a choice
Between life and death
Would it make us rejoice
Or would it be another lifeless breath?
If we had to choose
To die now or live eternity
Would you say your last goodbyes
To see the next life that God has for thee?
Or would you live to see
What lies beneath the words from someone who dies?
If you had to choose
Between watching someone die as you are able to do nothing.
And to kill that someone who is doing everything that's something.
Would you do it?
If you had nothing to lose
But your life?
If you were chosen to save
Would you save a child from a burning house?
Or would you be a little less brave
And pass it to go to Europe with a free browse?
Would you do things that you normally wouldn't do
Live to see the world at its end
Save a young heart from the massive truth?
To watch yourself lose a best friend?
Tell me, would you?
Copyright: Elizabeth Boyd
Here is the poem, I had made in the past time, and I hope this creates encouragement to help these children in Cambodia.
Decisions
If we had a choice
Between life and death
Would it make us rejoice
Or would it be another lifeless breath?
If we had to choose
To die now or live eternity
Would you say your last goodbyes
To see the next life that God has for thee?
Or would you live to see
What lies beneath the words from someone who dies?
If you had to choose
Between watching someone die as you are able to do nothing.
And to kill that someone who is doing everything that's something.
Would you do it?
If you had nothing to lose
But your life?
If you were chosen to save
Would you save a child from a burning house?
Or would you be a little less brave
And pass it to go to Europe with a free browse?
Would you do things that you normally wouldn't do
Live to see the world at its end
Save a young heart from the massive truth?
To watch yourself lose a best friend?
Tell me, would you?
Copyright: Elizabeth Boyd
18. 03-12-2007 10:21
Our children are so privileged and they don't even realize it.
19. 03-12-2007 14:56
I work long hours and for little pay
and I get up early to start each day.
The time goes by and I'm filled with pain,
still I can't stop working, I've too much to gain.
But I am a child.
Do other people suffer and dread each day?
Do they go to bed weary and get up the same way?
Do they face constant danger with no choice at all?
Do they help make bricks in their own personal wall?
But I am a child.
Aren't children God's blessing and supposed to bring love?
Aren't they full of laughter and joy from above?
So, why is MY life so filled with despair?
And why do I feel there's no one to care?
When I am a child.
My body grows old and my mind grows numb,
With no education, am I doomed to be dumb?
And where are the adults to take care of me?
They sent me to work in the brick factory.
And I am a child.
Donna Jennings Terry
and I get up early to start each day.
The time goes by and I'm filled with pain,
still I can't stop working, I've too much to gain.
But I am a child.
Do other people suffer and dread each day?
Do they go to bed weary and get up the same way?
Do they face constant danger with no choice at all?
Do they help make bricks in their own personal wall?
But I am a child.
Aren't children God's blessing and supposed to bring love?
Aren't they full of laughter and joy from above?
So, why is MY life so filled with despair?
And why do I feel there's no one to care?
When I am a child.
My body grows old and my mind grows numb,
With no education, am I doomed to be dumb?
And where are the adults to take care of me?
They sent me to work in the brick factory.
And I am a child.
Donna Jennings Terry
20. 03-12-2007 22:16
This is sad, they don't get to leave their childhood as other kids... Thank you, this video is a good step in the direction to help spreading the word about this.
A video exploring the conditions of child workers in a brick factory and the obstacles this creates to their education and development.
This video was produced entirely by young Cambodian volunteer reporters.
Video courtesy of Support Children and Young People [SCY]
Views: 2889
Comments (21) |
21. 06-12-2007 16:42
CHILD OF MINE
Life is colors of prisms
Your image is undefined
And the world can be
A kalideoscope of horrors
But I can see you in my mind
What is past
Is irreversible
We can't change it
Even when we try
Accepting it
Can be the way out
So will you seek
So will you find
All tho' you may be far
And touch
We may never do
You are a child of mine
And each day
I pray for you
I hear you when you whisper
I see your source of pain
I'm listening so intently
I feel your constant refrain
I know your look
And my tears come forth
Just like the falling rain
For you are a child of mine
and each moment I pray for you
For I do not know
What else to do
And here it comes
Your cold of day
As you talk to me
In your frightened way
Your sky has darkened
Gone is your light
All natural motion
Lies silent and still
For you are waiting
Out the changes
I know you're going to fight
Just like the cold
Of the winter chill
And I see my tears falling
Like the leaves
Off a dying tree
And what you are to know here
Is your right to be free
So I pray for you
And I pray all day
For what you dream
I must find a way
For you are a child of mine
And I can't let things stay
This saddened way
For our wisdom is lingering
This is what we're taught
That knowledge is forthcoming
But only if it's saught
And the palettes of injustice
Must all be fought
For you are a child of mine
And my tears are coming
Like the falling rain
I wish for you
A magical life
That's bearing no stain
As I will listen to you
To take away a little
Of your pain
For you are a child of mine
And this is why
I pray.
c. 12/07
Life is colors of prisms
Your image is undefined
And the world can be
A kalideoscope of horrors
But I can see you in my mind
What is past
Is irreversible
We can't change it
Even when we try
Accepting it
Can be the way out
So will you seek
So will you find
All tho' you may be far
And touch
We may never do
You are a child of mine
And each day
I pray for you
I hear you when you whisper
I see your source of pain
I'm listening so intently
I feel your constant refrain
I know your look
And my tears come forth
Just like the falling rain
For you are a child of mine
and each moment I pray for you
For I do not know
What else to do
And here it comes
Your cold of day
As you talk to me
In your frightened way
Your sky has darkened
Gone is your light
All natural motion
Lies silent and still
For you are waiting
Out the changes
I know you're going to fight
Just like the cold
Of the winter chill
And I see my tears falling
Like the leaves
Off a dying tree
And what you are to know here
Is your right to be free
So I pray for you
And I pray all day
For what you dream
I must find a way
For you are a child of mine
And I can't let things stay
This saddened way
For our wisdom is lingering
This is what we're taught
That knowledge is forthcoming
But only if it's saught
And the palettes of injustice
Must all be fought
For you are a child of mine
And my tears are coming
Like the falling rain
I wish for you
A magical life
That's bearing no stain
As I will listen to you
To take away a little
Of your pain
For you are a child of mine
And this is why
I pray.
c. 12/07
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