We’re still in chains.

Not the ones you see, but the ones that make us grind, lose, and repeat.

Wake. Work. Gone.

Wake. Work. Gone.

Invisible. Silenced. Discarded.

Modern slavery doesn’t wear shackles.

It wears a suit.

It signs contracts.

It hides behind smiles.

This is not a metaphor.

It’s reality.

Look closer.