A sonnet written on the social issue of child slavery. I have to get 500 views to get a good mark

1. Sold
Many children have been enslaved for cash
People are so poor they sell their one child,
They all try to flee and make a mad dash
The living standards are just like the wild.
Up before dawn they are pulled out of bed
All through the day their bodies are worked hard,
At the end of the day they feel near dead
If the job is not done they are left scarred.
Goliath like in strength yet so tiny
Rest and relaxation are out of scope,
They work in lines and cannot be whiney
Saving from this awful place is their hope.
They dream that someday they would be let free,
To have a life and friends like you and me.