Réponse :
Bonjour
In fields and factories they toil all day, Innocent eyes full of dismay. Forced to work, with no time to play, Their childhood stolen, taken away.
Tiny hands, calloused and worn, Sweat dripping, faces forlorn. No laughter, no joy, only scorn, Their innocence shattered, hope torn.
Children should run, laugh, and sing, Not be slaves to cruel labor's sting. We must fight for their freedom to bring, And let them live as children should, in a world that's kind and fair.
