Songs of Anisha
“Invisible Child of Commerce,”
by Eyitayo Aloh
I am the invisible child of commerce
Buried in the belly of the factory
Slaving all day long in the darkness
So you can walk on the red carpet
I am the unseen child of commerce
Digging deep into the core of the earth
Sun burning holes in my back
So your neck can be adorned with blood diamond
I am the invisible child of commerce
Pounding the sidewalk the red street
Roving my eyes over the concrete jungle
Begging you to pay for my honey pot
I am the unseen child of commerce
Shooting and killing the enemies of progress
Holding fast to the gun you gave me
Looking for an opportunity to test it on you.
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