Uzbek cotton production

In Uzbekistan's land so wide, Cotton fields stretch far and wide. With sunshine bright and soil so rich, Cotton grows, a perfect pitch. Uzbekistan's white gold, they say, Cotton's nickname, come what may. A cash crop, important and grand, Bringing riches to the land. But in the fields, a tale untold, Where workers toil, young and old. Forced to work with little pay, A heavy burden they must sway. But hope is here, a change in sight, Reforms are made, a shining light. No more forced labor, it's been banned, A brighter future, hand in hand. The cotton industry, it transforms, Processing cotton, new norms. No more exports, it stays at home, Uzbekistan's cotton, all its own. So let us learn from this story true, To stand for what is right and true. And as we wear our cotton clothes, Remember those who toil and pose. Random page: Dj Graffiti