Human Trafficking

Another city, another state, another place.

She doesn't recognize any face.

They dose her up to the point she can barely stand.

They drag her around to foreign lands.

They take away everything she's ever known.

No one can hear her silent moan.

Brutally beaten and treated as a slave,

They use her and abuse her until she's sent to her grave.

She's lost and hurt;

Tired of being treated like dirt.

She longs for rescue,

But she is not forgotten;

For there are people who are fighting;

Fighting for her freedom, and for the freedom of all.

So are you going to sit or respond to their call?

People like her need our assistance.

Let's join together and fight with persistence.

Even if we save just one,

Little by little the battle will be won. 

 

 

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet

well said

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