In the run up to Valentine’s day, people from all over the world used love poems and Valentine’s messages on Twitter to tell Nestlé to ‘Have A Heart’ and put an end to trafficked labour in their supply chains.
We thought we’d give some public recognition to the literary genius of STOP THE TRAFFIK supporters by sharing just a few of our favourites with you:
A company that profits from children in strife
should not have the slogan ‘Good Food, Good Life’.
Prize for ‘Most Dubious Rhyme’: @sam_tyndall
Love is so sweet
And your chocolate so flavour(y)
But I cannot eat something
Linked to child slavery.
Prize for ‘Best Shakespearean Verse’: @reevepeter
If chocolate be the food of love, make it trafficked slavery free.
Prize for ‘Self-Deprecation’: @hannahpho
Roses are red
I’m not very good at rhyming
So I’ll stop sending rubbish odes
If you stop exploiting slaves
Prize for ‘Colourful Language’: @bolli_bolshevik
Cocoa is brown
Money is green
Using slaves to make it
Is *#!*?@¬! obscene.
Prize for ‘Best Breakup Cliché’: @benalexatkins
Nestlé, it’s not me it’s you.
Frankly, you were all brilliant and thank you to everyone who bombarded Nestlé with Tweets. But there’s one last ‘Have a Heart’ ditty that needs to be featured here:
“Tell your children that they have bought something
that I suffered to make.
When they are eating chocolate
they are eating my flesh.”
This one wasn’t on Twitter. They are the words spoken by a boy called Victor who was trafficked from Mali. He was subjected to forced labour on a cocoa plantation in the Ivory Coast.
Thank you to everyone who spoke up for the tens of thousands of children trapped in forced labour in the West African cocoa industry. You said to Nestlé what they can’t.
We’re not just telling our children, we’re telling our friends, family and above all the chocolate manufacturers. Email firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll send you some postcards to post to Nestlé and demand change. Don’t underestimate what you can do to help children like Victor and change the chocolate industry for good.
By Simon Butcher