Under a fierce, angry sun,
A child falls under the cocoa sack
"Big Man" beats him -
Le Gros beats him -
Cocoa tree branches and bicycle chains
Scarring his chocolate back
Whip the boy...misery makes joy
Says Le Gros, "I'm not an evil man...
"this child is part of my
family..."
Eleven years old, four foot nothing,
Twelve hours a day in the African sun
Mali child in the Cote d'Ivoire
Cocoa bean sack is bigger than you
Chocolate child...chocolate slave
Don't call for your mother - she is far away
Your cries drowned out in the crashing wave
400 harvested cocoa pods make
One pound of dark sweet delight
On Easter morning, the angelic blond sprite
Laughs and runs in the northern garden
Giggling and hunting for chocolate eggs
Easter treat...tears and sweat
Bitter sweet dark chocolate meat
The moon slinks down in the western ocean,
Crying herself to sleep in the fading light
Mali child doesn't see her
He is locked up for the night
Corn paste and burnt bananas on his plate
He has never tasted chocolate
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