People in a rundown, meant to be abandoned, building work making cheaply poorly made cloths for little pay. They work long hours in heat, winter, snow though the year for very little money. Not even the amount needed to support their families. And tragically on a monday a building full of families working in this run down old build collapsed. 1,127 people die. Many hurt very badly. Kids, moms, dads. All died in these factories that they all had to work in to just make the amount needed to get by. One sad case of a person who was trapped under the building for 17 days. Heard the crys of people asking for water in their last hope in survival but she wondered why for no one was their to give it to them. They all starved to death. She was lucky, while she was down their on the first day she found a pack of biscuits. She ate them as soon as she found them. She also found a bottle of water which she used slowly over the few days till it was gone. will then she lived it out for about 13 days with no food nor water. She said she was surprised in how much determination she had to move on. While many of the others around her began to lose faint.
The poem The sweatShop, talks about a worker. He/She says that life in the shop, their is no life you have no mind of your own to think. Just work work work till your done go home and come back early and get little to no pay. No life no feels, just a machine.
