"Fatal Fire in Bangladesh Highlights the Dangers Facing Garment Workers." Sweat shops are the most horrible things ever. People work for hours and hours in dangerous environments for little pay. In 2012, 112 workers were killed by a horrible fire, many people lost their lives. Managers and security guards told these innocent people that it was all just part of a regular drill. Sadly, people believed their words and stayed put. 112 were killed that day. Firefighters worked all night trying to take out the fire. They lost their lives making clothes for others. They lost their lives, not having much of a live anyway. These sweatshop owners are killing their employees with the amount of work they are given. Despite the huge amount of work, these people are paid under minimum wage AND are mistreated. Owners, along with governments, should take full responsibility on maintaining these buildings safe. These hard working people risk their lives making pretty materials for us, why don't we just risk a little and help them have a better life?
In the poem of, "The sweatshop", the person describes what working in a sweatshop makes him/her really feel. They talk about how working in the shop makes them feel like they robots doing the same thing all day, everyday. They said the feel like they can't think for themselves anymore, the owners think for them. Reading the poem made me feel like they did. I felt controlled and manipulated. Reading the article made me feel bad for those who passed but reading the the poem made me mourn these people. These people could've quit and made a new life, start all over, but they lost everything. Honestly, they couldn't truly start over but they could've asked for help. They starved, they died. Other employees didn't die in that fire but they're dying slowly on the inside. I have deep grieve for everyone working in these conditions.
In the poem of, "The sweatshop", the person describes what working in a sweatshop makes him/her really feel. They talk about how working in the shop makes them feel like they robots doing the same thing all day, everyday. They said the feel like they can't think for themselves anymore, the owners think for them. Reading the poem made me feel like they did. I felt controlled and manipulated. Reading the article made me feel bad for those who passed but reading the the poem made me mourn these people. These people could've quit and made a new life, start all over, but they lost everything. Honestly, they couldn't truly start over but they could've asked for help. They starved, they died. Other employees didn't die in that fire but they're dying slowly on the inside. I have deep grieve for everyone working in these conditions.
