What would that goddess of Victory think
to see the little children laboring
beneath the scrutinizing gaze of their
as they construct shoe after shoe
for these grown men
playing little children’s games
to the lionizing shouts of
Is this the
her name now invokes?
Is this the glory
of mankind—
a touchdown
as the crowd goes wild
and another child slaves away
their fleeting childhood
so overgrown man-children
can play games
into their forties,
cradled in their laurel crowns
in a deified retirement
the sweatshop children will never know?
It is a black mark
upon the glories of the modern world.

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